Life is full of choices and you have made all the wrong ones wasting your days in front of empty bottles filling your mouth with infected lies. Useless
deal the brothers give 'em guns step back watch 'em kill each other It's time to fight back that's what Huey said 2 shots in the dark now Huey's dead
snatch Cops give a damn about a ne-gro Pull a trigger kill a nigger he's a hero Mo' nigga mo' nigga mo' niggaz I'd rather be dead than a po' nigga Let
the brothers give 'em guns step back watch 'em kill each other It's time to fight back that's what Huey said 2 shots in the dark now Huey's dead I got
awaits The decks awash with blood Fight to the death There is no other way Honour will say Kill That captains duel on the plank When all are dead and
you killed at your father's feet Let the sideways rain and the crooked street remain Leave the whimpering dog in his cold kennel Leave the dead starlet
bird you killed at your father's feet. Let the sideways rain in the crooked street remain. Leave whimpering dog in his cold kennel. Leave the dead starlit
overpowers me, the monster is released i tapped into the vengence you deserved when you left me empty from the memories i once kept secret and only now
cold - my cock becomes erect Watching over my dead shell, from beyond in my own hell Caught between life and death, even though my body's dead I still
and burn it to flay to shelter it at home at the fire place and all the memory will fade with the flick of the flame so i have a secret, that no one should
war The restless children sit and mourn the graves Of those they've never seen before Will they be buried here among the dead? In the silent secret [
in the door, bodies laying out all over the floor and, I don't remember how they got there, But I guess I must have killed them. - Killed them! I said
treat us like G's, you best believe this I done made quadrapalegics outta these non-rappin rejects While the whole world ejects your tape, it ain't no secret
up right there Sweetheart you know that don't thrill me Said I wouldav been there for if you had been a little bit nicer I was dead by Sunday half dead
jokers,jokers Anybody here? (Everybody here) We got the gear (Crank up right here) Anybody care? (Don't nobody care) Whut,whut,whut,whut,whut Shh.It's a dead
Idol put the nine to your ear The all-time grimiest, I?m the nuclear truth I let black market plutonium loose in the booth My beats kick you dead in your
America a hundred favors with contras, the Shah and the CIA Movin Escobar's coke through the MIA This is the third world speakin, through a dead man
