Letras:
Young Knives Go To Ground

in your backyard." Wow! God says go to your backyard and start digging? That makes perfect sense! Joseph Smith went up on that hill And dug where he was told And deep in the ground

is fair A tap on my shoulder, I turn around Too Big is dyin' fast, he's on the ground I reach for my gat, it was too late The knives went pointblank

s why I'm the torso I pour sweat when I perform shows What I record goes down as the best, but the vets won't let that torch go Y'all could keep it, they

in your backyard." Wow! God says go to your backyard and start digging? That makes perfect sense! Joseph Smith went up on that hill And dug where he was told And deep in the ground

T double U I S to the E GO! Resort to the tactic war faggots you called out Khaki pants still holdin knives like a boyscout The button up is doin it fuckers

why I'm the torso I pour sweat when I perform shows What I record goes down as the best, but the vets won't let that torch go Y'all could keep it, they

hit the weight pile The brothers was swole The attitudes was cold Felt the tension on the yard From the young and the old But I'm a warrior I got my ground