Letras:
The Scarred At Half Mast

She got that AP magazine & she was gonna be a scene kid til she found out cutting hurt She was feeling pretty shitty 'til she went psychobilly, got a

What are you? What are you gonna do? What the hell are you gonna do? Everything I hate.. it just goes on and on I've become everyone I said I wouldn

door Is it any wonder I can't take it anymore? We're begging for a capitalist catastrophe Drive past the unlucky ones you see Rats in tunnels under Crescent street Now living at

've got a few things left to say I thought you had class, but I was wrong. Same old story, same pathetic song. Walking in the street again, I'm all alone at

For the sake of full disclosure, when you ask me... man, I'll admit I've had a few Six years on a lot of us are gone but I'm still up here for you. They

Newspaper full of violence But I ain't so good at violence But I wanna smash Hilton's face like the window back at my place These tabloids make me puke

ya neck bitch Weezy Baby this is the Carter I move it from a eighth to a slab from a slab to a quarter From a quarter to a half from a half to a hard

t let these streets fuckin fail ya The way niggaz be gettin clapped shit'll fuckin scare ya But in the dark, we ran wild, so we killin em Niggaz scared

the metro panic Cause static, with or without the automatic And while I'm at it, yo, you got cash, pass it It's drastic, gotta send half to Dirty Bastard