Letras:
Terror Dead Wrong

to what you love and put your trust in few This time you're dead fucking wrong You thought you had me but my will is strong This time you're dead fucking wrong

to what you love and put your trust in few This time you're dead fucking wrong You thought you had me but my will is strong This time you're dead fucking wrong

everybody sleep through it We can go bar for bar, I'll let the lines speak to 'em What they say? Bleek is over let Chris and Neef do it They say the wrong

in my dreams I hear motherfuckers screamin What is the meaning, when thugs cry? [Chorus: singers] Oh why, children send your child off to die In the streets of chalk where they lie Let no wrongs

ll never forget me When I'm dead and gone they're gonna remember me as bein one of the livest Genuine ghetto survivors when they gain terror inside I

on his forehead make some moves Send flowers straight to his home put a card in the motherfucker send it to his mama Tell her he was dead wrong dead wrong

nature Scaring spiritual devils while evoking the maker Is it wrong for me to curse in the name of right Is it wrong for me to spit life into this mic

you And if I really meant to do it Should I be a victim too Should I walk the terror stairs And see if all my terror fairs Amy isn't dead... Maybe it

shit is real Written on the dollar underneath the Masonic seal [Eminem] (I don't rap for dead presidents I'd rather see the president dead It's never