Letras:
Trash Talk Flesh Blood

of blame Sticks and stones will fall from the sky Anchor the anger within Son of a son of a bitch he was kin Flesh and blood Bone and skin

out *) Are you afraid of a blade made of a razor with AIDS Blood drippin from it, rippin your stomach like a paper mache You talk a lotta shit, but you

Brand new magnetic Killah Hill scorches Monster talk bosses, spank 'em, step into my office Crunch time steroid big boy itches Eyes that lay for blood

grenade In your driveway (what? ) and drive away Are you afraid of a blade made of a razor with aids Blood drippin from it, rippin your stomach like a paper mache You talk

the pieces inside trash bags So she'll be wreaking like a fags ass With flesh covered in leeches And throw the bags away In various trash bins in different

Muffled sound of fist on flesh Blows to chest, no breath, air gasps You ain't nothing but white trash, bitch With each hit, each kick, each broken rib

(feat. Ursula Racker) (Ursula Rucker) Muffled sound of fist on flesh Blows to chest No breath Air gasps You ain't nothing but white trash, bitch! With

*) Are you afraid of a blade made of a razor with AIDS Blood drippin from it, rippin your stomach like a paper mache You talk a lotta shit, but you was

*) Are you afraid of a blade made of a razor with AIDS Blood drippin from it, rippin your stomach like a paper mache You talk a lotta shit, but you was