Letras:
This Is Hell Broken Teeth

rate Hours and days and weeks spent biting my tongue until my teeth met. Hours spent days spent, weeks spent biting my tongue until my teeth met. The sun is

alarming rate Hours and days and weeks spent biting my tongue until my teeth met. Hours spent days spent, weeks spent biting my tongue until my teeth met. The sun is

, haha, come up of that watch now I mean right now" The only excuse for being broke is bein in jail An entertainer can't make bail if he broke as hell

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

Shit, They Know If They Came Through Everybody In The X-5 Is Hit Red Rag Or Blue Rag, Niggaz Die For This The Game The Reason All These Niggaz On That

yourself passing yourself not smiling The dead guy you saw me talking to is your boss I tried to put a spell on him but his spirit is illiterate I know

shine like all six of my gold teeth, when a nigga get through cooking up, this O-Z, all night on the block til the sun rise, my only friend is a glock

lose it all my friend. Set that alarm, grit your teeth And walk among the dead. Welcome to the dead corps This is your dead end. SAY HELLO TO MY LITTLE

How come this mother fucker hadnt learned yet That was some fucked up ass shit, It was funny though It was funny to me cuz this mother fucker think this