"In sight of one nation"
load your clips Seven, eight, we're gonna test your fate Nine, ten, we're out to kill again Straight from the burning flames of hell A place where all
to the beat of the darkness You burn before the fire's begun Then comes the night You come alive With night music It keeps spinning around my head
loser on the couch, watching Springer and getting head Dreaming about a better time, better place, better life Looking for that quick fix, and tweeking all night [Chorus] Just killing time
comes up every time. The other kids have all backed down and they put you first in line. And so you finally ask yourself just how big you are and take your place
number one girl Always makin time for you I'ma tell you one time (girl I love, girl I love you) I'ma tell you one time (girl I love, girl I love
handful of change in his beat up case and said play me a country beat And it sounded like.... Met up with some friends outside of town we were headed
talk bout dwarf But ask her wah mek she cough when she bawl please gal a bawl time out Di sit'n wahn breeze fire deh deh a burn up di rice an peas Mi
while Bleeding out the ass Asphyxiation is Simple and fast It beats 17 fun years Of being someone's bitch Don't think Drink your wine Watch the fire burn
can do Burn bitch burn, oooh - and there's nothin' you can do babe Burn bitch burn, oooh - we're all through Burn bitch burn, oooh - ooh burn, burn my baby Burn bitch burn
time is past and i head for the golden hall shed me no tears but remember me in my prime carve me runes about my fall in stone to be read for all time
New York City the sun doesn't shine and Hollywood is covered in vines they dug up treasure from the Mayan Times 2079 but the fire in their breast burned
I blacked out, pulling triggers like I was cracked out Eyes bugging out my head tapped out Schized the fuck out, loced out, coked out Shinied up, left you soaked the fuck up
head Plant his face on the grill And as I press harder I can smell flesh burnin Took a hatchet to his neck the blood starts squirtin Bbody hits the floor, his heads
being licked, left and right Plenty of coochie, burning with desire Like black churches in the South Black prayers and pussy on fire Penned up behind
Opalocka, floppin dem candy paints Chrome Daytons, 12 pack of 12s in the seven trey Still hustle everyday, Dade County be the place Get murdered for a burger with a nickle-plated burner Still burnin
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo same time same channel Nasty vandals too hot to fucking handle Bring the ruckus to all you knotty head fuckas Shit's like Hammer Time