Songtexte:
The Haunted Bullet Hole

: Breaking in and entering, my will is the law. I feel the scent of innocence and I know it's all about to fall. Never repent or change, [x2] never

Load up your gun with me, run with me Become one with me, this is channel three High definition, ghetto TV, DVD Cable networks, stick your fingers In the bullet holes

man on it Come in your house, now your home damn haunted See everybody dead, bullet holes in the head But I aint kill em, I hit em with the flow instead My flow like bullets

want that nigger dead and when you dead I'ma enjoy Haunting and taunting the microphone Reconstruct your brain and fuck up your chromosomes On my own since a toddler 45 bullets

with all of y'all My name is Blaze, let me introduce you to my chainsaw What it sound like chopping your neck Bullet holes in my chest Like a straight

like how the Park Hill cats love to pull metal The heat will make ya head whistle loud like a full kettle I come like the Mecca in civilizin' The hallway jackal, Chicago Bull

he got into a wreck first i cried for him and then i cried for me haunted by the ghost of the girl i used to be but the rocks with holes are warm in

man on it Come in your house, now your home damn haunted See everybody dead, bullet holes in the head But I aint kill em, I hit em with the flow instead My flow like bullets

Hill cats love to pull metal The heat will make ya head whistle loud like a full kettle I come like the Mecca in civilizin The hallway jackal, Chicago Bull