Letras:
Fear Fresh Flesh

your street Fresh flesh, won't you eat my meat Fresh flesh, oozin' through the slime Fresh flesh, and the city's mine, fresh flesh Fresh Flesh Under

Fresh flesh, slingin' down your street. Fresh flesh, won't you eat my meat? Fresh flesh, oozin' through the slime, Fresh flesh, and the city's mine!

first, I'm getting tired of everybody wanted to go first man You always rap first, I'm rapping I don't care what none of ya'll say, I'm fresh, I'm fresh

and cold The night draws the warmth from my flesh Howls in the distance The wolves they catch my scent They yearn for my blood warm and fresh But I....

like a battering ram Knockin' them bustas flat on their back I'll show 'em how bad I am The baddest when it comes to this rap My nigga now Flesh is home

beatin' in ya chest When you speakin' to execs and they see behind the desk To ya spirit, nothing weaker than the flesh So while you try to keep it fresh

amongst the dead Licking at their blackened limbs the zombie pleasure cries Lucifer's immortal glory Watch them swapping eyes Writhing in a mound of death Maggots under the flesh Digging fresh

, nobody can deny The girl hasn't been born that can deal with I Me, Sandy D., undoubtably def Don't need to be dressed, I'm fresh to the flesh Yes, so

of you Sometimes the ones we heal An image of the rest Two words unable to mesh So let your flesh devour our dead skin Leaving us fresh and free from