Pictures ripped up and rearranged could you tell them apart in the dark? you are your own worst enemy it serves you well displaced, redeposited where
with the dead I rip my way through Easy prey, disfigured bodies decompose Chewed limbs drip with pus, intestinal strangulation Humans left ripped apart Lap up
who gets record deals From New York metal labels looking to scam Who sign the most racist queerbashing bands they can To make a buck revving kids up for
: Caught up in your lies that torture you to death The end of compromise; you're found to be unfit You cannot be believed and now the truth for all be
t seem to come back And I turn and scream "what am I here for?" The nurses yell "you were left at the door" I'm a stranger, someone left me for dead And
X's assassin as we die slow perishin', brain dead from a Erickson Words are the medicine, two teaspoons for goons a cup of it for those thuggin' it, y
retribution As loyalty, he would die for me, no excuses Loadin clips up, countin bullets carefully For self, though it feels like, he was there for me
ripped it wide open Called up your two girlfriends Told them hurry up and get your ass over here now Said it won't be long till I wish she were dead She
Cudnt Be Like All The Western Girls So One Day She Rebels Walks Into A Shop And Perchases A Copy Of A Bliss Magazine For Female Teenagers Ripped Up The
Still them 1-6-Ooh niggaz, straight up (whoa, hold up, hold up) [Inspectah Deck:] The nozzel aim, rip through ya frame for pocket change Fiend for the
Still them 1-6-Ooh niggaz, straight up (whoa, hold up, hold up) [Inspectah Deck] The nozzel aim, rip through ya frame for pocket change Fiend for the
stopped the world with one final scream. Left for dead we bond for a chance to survive. Retreat to the stronghold. Regroup, rebuild we will stand up
mad man hell he laid in Logical was hatred Some replacement killer came through, left small traces Engraved his chest Left him for death Left him on
gettin' up out of that bitch tear my bucket down march with fo' fo's burned up on the fuckin' ground I left him dead his bloody head left on the concrete
I was an infant, I was different Paid no attention to my moms when she ripped it I was a hardheaded mother-eff, but had to step 'Cause she hit me with a left, then another left
this mad man hell he laid in Logical was hatred Some replacement killer came through, left small traces Engraved his chest Left him for death Left him
, bitches betta get up on it Sit up on it shawty, get up on it See when I spit up on it, shit up all over niggaz like a Harley pick up When I throw a
Mr. Smith) KCMO stand up, Young niggaz represent [Craig Smith] Hey, Ask me what I wanna be when I grow up I aint just gonna blow up I'm a star, I got
