Madrox: Bloody body Laughing like an old man Only lovely amongst the ruins and waste lands Vision of hell Skin so splattered Rampage with a staff like
we'll see How many puppy bites, it takes to break skin Well man, I'll break bread While other rappers let go to their head, and wind up dead in a nightclub
Of Skin Ripped Raw And Grazed Inert Beneath Dark Walls Of Flame You Called This Wrath Down On Your Head Sick Earth Now Vomits Up Her Dead Retribution
side Tales from the hard side Hard side Tales from the hard side Hard side Motherfucker I'll put a bullet in your head for the color of your skin This
called upon from world to world And he leaving with the souls of the boys and girls [Blaze Ya Dead Homie] Welcome to the dead waste land Children
no point in living Rip your fucking head off Slut you've lost your privilege Hate shows no resistance Fuck your righteous ways Gone, dead, fucking wasted
foreigners never did shit me All of those wasted lives And only one or two get recognized But what good is a medal when your dead? tell uncle sam I said
? Attack of the eagles. If they don't fall dead before they reach me, I'll be damned if I don't shoot one in its bald head. Fuck what we're force fed
of the eagles. If they don't fall dead before they reach me, I'll be damned if I don't shoot one in its bald head. Fuck what we're force fed. All I
a motherfucka's dead From one nine millimeter shot to the head One false move and a motherfucka's dead From one nine millimeter shot to the head Ren
Don't forget it You actin like you still with it You way ya straight, if you did in the '98 After take two shots to the head for the waste Six ways
was perferated Waited and sweated, for the medics as my moms bled Even if he was alive at the scene, by now my man ram's dead The cops do not care, 'cause our skin
two times two They got your picture from the Sunday plain dealer that listed you, dead Forget the story there's a bounty on Your head they fingered
afraid to touch, You're damn near flawless and I'm sure you'd cut on my eyes, my hands, my head, my heart You'd tear this canvas skin apart Oh what a waste
Every boy can't have his own way Sympathy was dead but she's back again Wear like a dress for a second skin [Unverified] inside my head A celebration of toxic waste
the moon they fly up in the sky the blood of apocalyptic gloom spreading all over they won't make you see your shoes are made of snake skin your skin
set on finding out where we went wrong and why So I retrace our every step with an unsure pen, trying to figure out what my head thinks, but my head
two times two They got your picture from the Sunday plain dealer that listed you (dead) Forget the story. there's a bounty on Your head. they fingered