spoiled little rich kids who need to get their asses kicked fucking ingrates! fukcing pussies!! Born against are fucking dead dead dead born against are fucking dead
grab or at a show bitching about a time slot. We all gotta be heard and it's all the same, No one has interesting to say. Say "Fuck tomorrow!" Stop
power grab or at a show bitching about a time slot. We all gotta be heard and it's all the same, No one has interesting to say. Say "Fuck tomorrow!"
of spoiled little rich kids who need to get their asses kicked fucking ingrates! fukcing pussies!! Born against are fucking dead dead dead born against are fucking dead
that ass, boy you know who we is! (Bone, Bone, Bone!) My homies the greatest! I roll with the best, see? Who in the fuck wanna test these niggas from
bastards tryin' to make a classic keep your dumb-ass out of the casket cause intercope'll spend your money they don't give a fuck about a dead rapper
: [Intro:] You are the prince of darkness Arch enemy, father of evil Hell born, demonic, savage, fierce, viscious, wild Tameless, barbaric, uncontrollabe
, colours, sizes and genders We are the mighty, mystical, mythilogical, dark mother fuckin Carnival, Byaaatchh! I see your feeling alone again, you's a mother fucker
dead body man (You can bring 'em to me) Call me the dead body man, call me the dead body man Dead bodies, dead bodies in the back of my van All the
in and put the fuckin axe through his leg Chop his head off cuz the livin motherfuckers never seen the dead walk Til now, Horsemen spread his corpse across
Tie 'em to the stake like Joan of Arc then burn 'em to ashes Hard rush when I catch slavery flashes Been born again like Paul on his way to Demascus Any
Yo what the fuck" Niggaz was born to be skeletons Or was it the curse of this dark melanin When I die will I open my eyes in Hell again With these jealous
no, they don't give a damn about us Oh no, they can't give a damn about us Oh no, (Up against the wall motherfucker) (Up against the wall motherfucker
world Y'all made criminals Tryin' to wild out there so crack, bust guns at Bow Wow's age Fightin' in jail, lookin' for heaven, livin' in hell Fuckin 'em hos, born
hop still dead 1980's, I need all my pioneers to set it off on this one right here I asked where they are, here they are [Verse 1: MC Shan (Nas)] Hip
: The story never ends, yes, here we are again I've seen this scene before and it's happening once more There's nothing for you here, but you have to
We are the walking dead [N/A] of unanswered dreams [N/A] They?re deceased and forgotten The voiceless and consumed We?re buried and broken And we?re rising again
