pimp paplega For sending messages through bitches like, 'You gon' see us' Shady! Cash, king of the dope-fiends, plus Can move a square mile by blocks
of hell with death in their sight Can you hear voices surrounding you, are you insane? Metal sound rising it's piercing you right through your brain CURSE Curse the light DEATH
looking for you, yes, to start a fight metal and spikes they are armed to their heart Leather and chains, they will tear you apart Evil attacker Metal
ain't no honor amongst thieves Please, plus they heard I'm getting parmagane cheese And I won't stop moving til the metal dig me Say word, yo, make 'em
Masta Killa] Yo Sometimes I'm liable to spaz and break fool Grab my gun, select one, snatch son Put the barrel by his face, blast one by his eardrum Piss
the silent air Amidst the dying bodies Blood runs everywhere The figure stands expressionless Impassive and alone Unmoved by this victory And the seeds of death
Dear John," said his lover's last letter Emptied a full clip to feel better Slipped a rung on Jacob's ladder Desert boot camp deserter got stung by death
punk rock when it wasn't for sale and death metal scarin people straight to hell so many different cliques and crews to belong to all identified by the
em with madness and blind faith The angel of death read between the lines out the heaven Expectable youth divine intervention teachin' y'all a lesson of violence Doctor Death
: [Chorus x2] What's Wrong With Bill - Inspired by swords that kill Coldhearted, how can a person be taught to feel? Thoughts concealed by shield of
Baseball, nickel-plated nines, and cocaine It's Ill Bill, Non-Phixion If I offended you with my words I meant it Protected by the First Amendment If this
: She sweeps the doorstep, a well-used broom Bring diseases and plague, the ultimate doom By witchcraft of trolls she casts her spells With curses from
on top of it, signal in a rocket ship Hold my dick like I lock down the continent I'm magnetic, I attract metal L-shaped objects With hell parallel niggas
Before sticks and stones broke bones We was conquerin', Roman gold robes Kidnapped, naked away from home, now we red guest rolls Called by Jon Doe now
being pimp paplega For sending messages through bitches like, 'You gon' see us' Shady! Cash, king of the dope-fiends, plus Can move a square mile by blocks
fours Is it all, fair in love with war Young 'uns with guns, acting like they taking yours, uh Live by the sword, they gonna die by the sword, uh My vocal
sad memory remains, black as my flowing bloodtears. Black as I suck the cold iron barrel, black as the metal on my teeth. Black as the seed of death's