Your body from your soul I have seen the truth, Dead is better Than to live in a state of dreams Now you're reborn but now by the light Tormented screams is
So now my purpose is His service This is certain, we've been purchased We gotta grow in truth of a God who is perfect Worse is a life full of sin and
So I wrote from the perspective of a graveyard box, You end up in the box 'cause them grave robbin' bastards, Dig your grave up and snatched you out the
Talk] These is hard times we livin' in Churches burnin, planes fallin from the sky Murder, the good die young The good definitely die young This is a
is, Even murderous tactics, get better with practice, Lead showers, gun powder, fill the tellers burn burn, Truly ours Julia, you better learn learn. [Eminem] Chris Reeves in his grave
change up, come on! My trigger-finger's itchy from my carpel tunnel. [? ] is written [? ] like water flowin' [? ] is walkin' with seven shovels, the grave
Puttin' niggas in the coffin where they probably better off And Leatherface is not a punk bitch so a nigga just can't fuck me, Nigga better have me cash
roll up for rocks, and is, this perfect getaway from the pigs when I peel, and I hit the fences. Rippin' up me trench and, I'm bailin' while they trailin'. Better
peep out the creep or the reaper will meet ya [Verse 2: Layzie Bone] Bailin' on ah mission, flippin' the script Betta check what the wind just blew in Betta
fi an eye promote to di highest of level(better know) So we just burn dem evil concept Cause we ah seh death is a destruction to di humanity so weh me ah seh(better
the slug comin, when it come you fall down BUCKDOWN, dead sound, that's what you found That's what you get when you fuck the BROWN DOG, Sen is comin,
And fingers in blood Poor little bodies all covered in scabs threw it all away Another life in the grave Another life in the grave Life is like a broken
starts to gnaw as you wish away the pain Of another desperate dead end day forever filled with sadness To forget about the pain you take your bottle, drink your grave
shot at Mickey D I looked inside his head again, fill him fulla lead again I'm better off dead, and if I'm deader then I'm better than Janie's gotta gun
a lie It says home is where your heart is But what a shame Cause everyone's heart Doesn't beat the same It's beating out of time City of the dead
you don't have a single word left that you can say. Better make me quiver when you wave it like a knife in my face. Your king is dead. [Verse 2] You
the living and they bite You find it alarming, I find it quite charming They way the dead they explode from the ground I found it amazing the dead we
