have i possibly gone daffy? whats this? whats this? theres children throwing snowballs, instead of heads there busy biulding toys and absolutely no ones dead
Are the founding fathers terrorists or freedom fighters? And Paul Revere the famous night rider And Andrew Jackson the Indian killer A movie of his
won't escape Found in a motel room Her sweet blood everywhere A few bucks on her body And around her neck Tied with a dead know Hang a lash
boxes go the bags Fill the space with rocks In the dark of night He throws them off the docks Rotting in the river Never to be found Under tons of concrete
guilt, I break these veins Carved with salvation's knife Turn not away, avert not your face This is how it was meant to be In silence found hanging there
a black year When the miracles began in the church Oh father...betrayed by your own Oh father...did satan take your soul? They found him in the tower Hanging
old girl Has been apprehended And has confessed to this outrageous crime Let's hope they really hang this guy Kid Capri, Silver D and Money Mark Hang
Whoaa...uh uh alright now...uh huh Verse 1: Where Bubba grew up, kept his tobacco chewed up. And when they use to hang ropes, they always kept two
(I) old haunts I found a home in the darkness, found a home in the darkness, found a home in the darkness, Empty stomach empty head a body fills a vacant
claw By battle murder or sudden wealth by pestilence hooch or lead I swore on the Book I would follow and look till I found my tombless dead For Bill
gallery of pictures hang the scenes that're painted from life There hang pictures of love and of passion and there's pictures of sorrow and strife There hang
is how it used to be I can see the day That I won't wanna hang out with the boys all night Yeah, and I can see a day When I'll walk off this dead end
re dead you sell more That drummer from Def Leppard His arm has made 30 times more than he has You know that our Elvis? Well, he's dead famous now And he's dead
school yard I found out about you I found out about you Whispers at the bus stop I heard about nights out in the school yard I found out about you I found
you and I I don't recall, ever graduation at all Sometimes I feel I'm just a disappointment to y'all Every day, I just lay around then I can't be found
whore - drugs and filth are all around - no clean dishes can be found - if you thought that your nightmares were scary - wait till you meet the hoe called jerri - no one dragged a dead
a gypsy Made a few friends Fell head over for a delinquent, yeah I guess a lot of things go down and up in smoke I stayed up town, been dead broke Made
talk, Blood New York Blow ya brains in your hand, nigga hold that thought From outta the dark Niggas get money from gat dealin' Dead rappers body get found