Woorden:
Face Down Dead Breed

Like a ship lost at sea, That's all we'll ever be, A suicidal breed, Shaped from this tainted life we live So what can you tell me, That I don't already

, feel no pain as I penetrate Nigga five deep as I strike at a quick pace I got the evil of my dead nigga trapped in my mind So my soul is a threat to

already know, Came down with a style unfamiliar sound, That?s how we kicked in the doo-oo-oor What it be like, bone thug nigga, born ?n bred in the Cleveland

in place Or I'm a send her ass home with a foot print on her face Uh, I'm hating sluts Shoot them in the face, steb back and itch my nuts 'less I'm in

again When is they getting off our dicks, them niggas is clowns How many dogs you let go up, still getting down Like 'face said, last of a dying breed

Breeding like rats Glorious glimpse at the heavens Casting down on shallow threads Over horizons that lay unlimited Sunlight upon my face, crazy world

again Into the suckling mouths of another innocent one I love I throw - throw the tears I throw - throw the blood Into your face It breeds a weapon A

And punk rock Yeah we never knew back then That we would end up losing most of our friends But when those friends start acting like they enemies Then they dead

thing, got fingers, news at ten, those faces fear temptation, over rainbows, mambo, Tower of Babel, running lead, exploding heads, oh, the naked and the dead