Squad) Deep in the borough where the corners is smoldering hot My team is known for smokin' the glock To the hole in your rock (Terror Squad) I murder men wit the poisonous flow
of headstones. They were in rows like the weeks on calendars where each box is a day that you can never escape without pills or the poison of sleep Now
of headstones They were in rows like the weeks on calendars Where each box is a day that you can ever escape Without pills for your poisonous sleep
in his room, possessed him and hoist his bed Till the evilness flows through his blood like poisonous lead Told him each one of his boys is dead I asked
poison in the ink well Punchline screw your face up like a steak smell Plots so funky Got your nose runny like blow junkie Blacksmith people never go hungry Rappers flow
we know ya dead. [Prevail:] My first spirit dance with the strength of a tribal chief, Deeper then a dead mans chest, there is no rivalry. We survive
the scapel shines in god's sunshine the streetlights whisper pain down here near the poison stream our god has gone insane she smiles like a child with flowers
the needle to stick in your vein Can't wait for the poison to kill all the pain You buy your cheap ticket to take a short ride That beautiful flower
the park waiting, These are my poison diaries like Mark Latham, So start hating, though you know in your heart, We've been owning this art since our flow
waiting for you to come back since you left Minneapolis Snow covers the street lamps and the windowsills The buildings and the brittle crooked trees Dead
' I got the power and that's from bein' born the God But many doubt my Knowledge of Self But they're just illiterate, so I don't consider it Feedin' off poison
To the naked eye immaculate to her victim poisonous She'll wrap you up so tight she'll suffocate without relent Enchanting the flower of disease Beware
flows down the streets at night Where wolves cry out for flesh Where a horrible curse taints the woodlands nearby With the forms of the walking dead
You'd look nice as a drawstring lamp Don't you worry, it's only a shower For your clothes here's a pretty flower... DIE on organic poison gas Serpent'
the rabbit hole is a candy shop of poison The sweetest thing I ever tasted... Invite me to pray, let the music glow Ignite my eyes and watch the poison flow
set it off, I've got your back, Salt You know I'm never soft, yo where's your records at? Right beside me, ready to give a scratch? Yep, like poison ivy
Breathe in right away Nothing seems to fill this place I need this every time Take your lies, get off my case Some day I will find A love that flows
are dead. And every pulse of your heartbeat is one liquid moment That flows through the veins of your being. Like a river of life flowing on since creation