when ever I walk the streets My feet leave red burnt marks on concrete Sick thoughts on my mind Get up GRAV man Yo! GRAV get up man Aiiyo GRAV.... ...
like best. Feverishly combing the buckets of waste, wrapping myself in the filth-ridden sheets. Raping the souls of the comatose to fulfill my needs. Photographing bedsores, cultured by my sick
] No mo' mercy... [Flesh] Whom die they lie [Shot] Now, who wanna go snitch? Talk shit about real trues, still be payin' dues Saw them sneakin' And a nigga gettin' sick
: why can't we just bury the hatchet instead of dancing on each other's grave? i'm sick of listening to the gun-fire there's got to be something more
a straw Then discribe how it tasted like dessert to us all Got the gall to make chris piss in his draws Ticklin' him go to his grave, skip him and visit
ball of shit, if I could just put it all in all I spit, instead I always try to swallow it, instead of staring at this wall and shit, while I sit writers block sick
gain To the Bloody Pit, my friends We're so glad you could attend Come and die...come and die... Yes, the Bloody Pit of Horror, here... As sick as is
their fearful minds Corrupt their structurer world Afflict with terror, their lives suppressed Consuming all their hopes Expurgate their thoughts, oppressing
out guns in the name of thy son And the Holy Spirit make my enemies feel it [Killah Priest:] Raised around killers in lobbies with sick smiles With
: [Diamond/Diamond] Monday evening Evening, the sun is setting, silence is all you hear David, getting really sick he is sweating like a pig The fever
No They can't flow Like you Understand [Hook 2] My thoughts are twisted So mixed up My thoughts are twisted So mixed up My thoughts are twisted So mixed up My thoughts
ll meet again If ever that day never comes It would be too soon My love I've been waiting for the chance to nullify this sick romance Pull the cord to detonate So sick
all the times I commited sins Misery never ends Havin visions of the flames my soul will be burnin in I'll be turnin in my grave, Unable to find peace
I see is devils and gun smoke But they wanna be heaven sent Boom and that's how my trigga went Gotta fix that crack Mama gotta grave, nigga shit like
bucks be my shooting range target nigga i got good luck nigga bye bye good luck got your momma shook up lil bad ass nigga, who thought popeye wasn
you don't know me, You lie, you cheat, you steal, you lose! Wouldn't wanna be in your shoes. Always lookin' over your shoulder, For the ones you stick, You sick
eyes to bleed / from seeing everyone sick / waiting for my skin to recede / it only takes one click / nightly I lay my head on my pillow in thought /
