: Piston Slut Blister Shift Blunt Twister Feather Fuck Quitter Pissed Crank Sister I need a crutch That holds me up It keeps me stable So I won't kill
: On the floor Face down Wide awake You can't stop staring at me With your blood dripping From my chin and lips What your going to drink Is what you'
: Drop out Black, tarry substance makes my head feel this way Brown, pungent odor everything will be okay Sell me a pound to get me through another day
: Cut - why? Ass fucked Out your throat Opened up my wrists And cut your tongue You smothered fast To deaden the scream Your neck cracked Fuck Suckers
: No Please help me Jesus doesn't save anybody ...and I'll hate you just the same.
: Black and blue thighs Wings Sink Greed Wings Roll them back Eyes are shut Pants are down I'm awake Not asleep Growing up Warm and snug But I dream
: Bathed in the bloody limbs - don't cry You've been burned by the fire - don't cry Sick bastards - don't cry Black Burning fire Stripped of all your
: On a killing spree With my bare hands Run around this place I'm a madman Here I am again Looking for you Guns in hands Waiting for you I've been here
won't believe Where I've been Underneath You fucking Lactating On your face Decapitated Bodies stacked - rise Black death rising Black death rising - ruling A smear of blood From your box A drop
: Clear the crease Black altar Clear the crease The goat lord Clear the crease Dark saviour Clear the crease They worship Hat trick Cross check Marty
(camera) (Get work get work get) She from my town far away Then she moves to the A To go to Georgia State Then she got turned out Then she dropped out
freak or a dime in Gucci sneaks Keepin' it Gangsta If I'm probally in the hood or I'm in Hollywood Keepin' it Gangsta If I spit 16 on a track or 16 from
Ya Boy Thunda [?] Fire Fire Fire Fire Rahh! Fire Fire Yo Yo Yo [Verse: T-Pain] Number 1 Shotta Bad Man Make The Girls Shake Like Maracas M-16 Bust And
ain't mine Is you out yo mind You out yo league I sweat no bitches Just sweat out weaves Where our tracks Let me do my thing I got 16, for this Roscoe
a mutha'fucker but you might be 16 And I ain't tryin' to end up in the penitentiary You gon' be screamin' Daddy take some of that dick up out of me When
(feat. Mike D & Dougie D) [Hook:] M-16, I'm reloading my magazine And I will murder, every bumper clot run Keep my hand, on my gun Whooooa [Mike D:]
up, P-R, have you touched in a flash Presidential Crestmob, Capo mind ten With quadruple grands, cause the 16's hot Elevn hundred grams, when the 16's drop
