covet Reaps a poor harvest In these latter days. Starve me in Boneman torture. Skin-tight lover. Pound upon pound Of flesh paid well With gnawing ache, And hunger
slept Their cruel red mouths darkened To bowed silhouettes I saw in a new moon With Her scent on my breath But then all to soon Came the hunger for flesh
: I'm looking at a funeral wagon rolling down A two-lane highway winding past a desert town A big blue canvas painted by the Master's hand The shifting
lay flat Cause this, some the cemetary's, the reality Where the tough guys get buried in their property Word to Sampson, the tone will get you hung I
: Deep in the darkness slumber Endless sleep Nothing moves inside my funeral suite I feel the sun slip down as hunger strikes Waking like being born
my mother wished she got a fuckin' abortion She don't even love me like she did when I was younger Suckin' on her chest just to stop my fuckin' hunger
, gangstas don't die he's livin proof The D.A. who tried him was lyin A white dude, killed his mother durin the case Hung jury, now the D.A. is bein replaced
: [Diamond/Diamond] The storm was gone, but dark clouds still hung around The perfect setting for things to come, late afternoon She was still in bed
again everybody now hands in the air it's a stick up (stick up) no funny business or you get lit up (lit up) you test I, you gon' die and at your funeral
with some of the running gun Is it best to be a crumb? My ex says he?s a bum Lashing out in violence whenever my destiny it hung In the balance, rum,
s true we named our children after towns that we've never been to. And it's true that the clouds just hung around like black Cadillacs outside a funeral
now to finish it What has man become a funeral pyre Now that judgment's near, prepare to die Need to suffer, lust for power Mindless hunger never win
: Overkill enough is enough There's nothing left of me to devour You've had your fill I'm all I have left What can stop your hunger for power 'Cos you
Lyrics by Aldrahn] [Main vocals by Grusom and Aldrahn] I proclaim the victim's fall Now I shudder by the sight of you Crucified by my nails You hunger
comin' up at the funeral at dawn The long broken arm of human law Now it always seemed such a waste She always had a pretty face So I wondered how she hung
dead but Ima walk to my funeral (Mia Bruce) can you feel I want to know why dont you just listen to me why dont you listen to me can you feel (Brotha Lynch Hung
