Leave behind be the only ... you will find on the silent lost... from the sky when my heart attempts will you stand by me in my hand we just need to feel
Leave behind be the only ... you will find on the silent lost... from the sky when my heart attempts will you stand by me in my hand we just need to
I'm finished I'll dump you in a ditch. Strap your welted body to my wooden rack. If you're lucky you'll die of a heart attack. The horrible bed of nails
tongue and it's over you hung upside-down by your feet Fin to send ya swangin', and knew somebody shoulda showed or told Just a little somethin' shit'll get you strung out
Heart attack I wait for Hit and run Could happen any day I'm walking into your house 'Cause I really want to figure you out It's always somewhere and
it, and bag it And there it is for your local street addict Green and buddy, an ounce condensely packed Smoke it up and catch a heart attack Now come
I'm finished I'll dump you in a ditch Strap your welted body to my wooden rack If you're lucky you'll die of a heart attack The horrible bed of nails
now Jay-Z's on, be gone to the next town Punk, jump up and get beat down Check it out, check it out, check it out Ladies be comin out of their seats now
, drain it, and cart it And there it is, in your local supermarket Red and bloody, a corpse, neatly packed And you wonder about heart attacks? Come on
Dog First things first man you're fuckin' with the worst I'll be stickin' pins in your head like a fuckin' nurse I'll attack any nigga who slack in his
{*DJ Premier scratches children laughing and yelling*} [Chorus: Guru] Riot act, this is where we really prepare Riot act, out here we show no fear RIOT
, she's strung out on coke So I went to her mother's house and cut out her throat Her grandma was standin there, she was screamin out, "brad!"
save, rap from an early grave, like a God I gave Life to the mic, as I watch it enslave All the sellouts who yell out obscenities and spell out M O N E Y to propell out
My style's treacherous, it's so impetuous I'll go all out if a chump tries to step to this So hear the flavor through the speakers I get the ladies strung
right away by the the way he was looking that this boy was not begging to crawl at least a junkie knows what he needs he'll get a man all strung out on
now Jay-Z's on, be gone to the next town Punk, jump up and get beat down Check it out, check it out, check it out Ladies be comin out of their seats
[DJ Premier scratches children laughing and yelling] [Chorus: Guru] Riot act, this is where we really prepare Riot act, out here we show no fear RIOT
away by the the way he was looking that this boy was not begging to crawl at least a junkie knows what he needs he'll get a man all strung out on green
