Letras:
Machine Head From This Day

way back when [Verse 2] Into the well, baby Jessica fell She may have wetted herself Quit playing, get her some help Mary Kay Letourneau sending me letters from jail Every day

identify the father of atrocity Modern day Agathocles, use modern machines Topple regimes, we conquerors from Compton to Queens We build and destroy, tearing this shit apart from

and I'll jump of with a rope that's wrapped around your head send a death feedaz to my ex on valentines day the safety's off nigga, so get the fuck out

And you say to yourself just what am I doin' On this road I'm walkin', on this trail I'm turnin' On this curve I'm hanging On this pathway I'm strolling

_ We used to +Fuck R&B Bitches+ and see who rhyme sickest For every hit you made, more rappers afraid to come out _Machine Gun Funk_, from Queens I came

's Day and I'm really upset (Where you at Rock, where you at) You know, we planned this whole thing around you Well Father's Day was the other day and

wall I never used to rap til I got trapped in isolation juvenile hall Right their up in my cell I felt this gift that was givin' determine to make away From

mud Just you wait and see, there's an animal in me You can't run or hide from the demon deep inside Ecstasy from viewing murder on TV Orgy of insanity

think I had a pretty good life here, just plugging into my machine for the day, then watching Templevision or reading a Temple Paper in the evening.