sick, long pipe between your lips We sick, some burn you for your necklace We sick, my crew run wild We sick, from cradles to caskets We sick, long
salivation my addiction to murder has peaked kneel only to my sick fixations a complete symphony of your screams oh the cruelty of death! i wield infinite
me You let me take this shovel, dig up the corpes, Jack Kevorkian? Go 'back and forth in more beef that you can pack a fork in I'm livin' the life of the infinite
me take this shovel, dig up the corpse, Jack Kevorkian?h Go ?eback and forth in more beef that you can pack a fork in I?fm livin?f the life of the infinite
me, hear me now If I whisper in your ear then can you hear me when I shout Arrest me cause I like to play my music really loud My people sick of hearing
simply the worst Days they drag by, a life all too lost I must escape no matter what cost... Space, blazes infernal... My sentence on Earth, eternal... It sickens
low I'm caught up between my music and street life My blood is like my heart dear God And my gat is my wife This world is spinning into sicker times,
down as I flee into the darkness The unknown My minds in a zone and I'm froze To just sit and let these sick thoughts roam [Chorus x2] Angels and demons
am infinite, I am the infant finite Come a little closer and I'll show you why (NO ONE IS - SAFE) Noises, noises, people make noises people make noises when they're sick
: [plates 25-27] [1] The eternal female groan'd! It was heard all over the earth. [2] Albion's coast is sick silent; the American meadows faint! [3]
detox, my own worse critic It's like tryin to squeeze water from rocks I negotiate the neighborhood stops and clean your clock with a glock Sick of niggaz
Santa's day My third eye be the equivilant to the album red pie so I give you a piece of my mind, just multiply times infinite Spiritual elevate so I
Now I can see there is more than the trees in sight Show me what rules, land seas and skies Stop the demonium terror to take place All fairy tales will
it, okay Imma, Imma swing it this way Imma, Imma, Imma, Imma swing it that way This is Fergie Ferg and Imma, Imma be here to say The 21st century until infinity
swimmin in the dough, I'm caked up [50 Cent] I was a real bum, now I'm really rich kid I come through the hood in some really really sick shit The Rolls
shit, you out of pocket I take these adolescents back to Spofford Mentally my energy is like a figure eight on it's side That's infinity too many sick
me take this shovel, dig up the corpses Jack Kevorkian" (C'mon) Go 'back and forth in more beef that you can pack a fork in I'm livin' the life of the infinite
