A Bastard, Purgatory Awaits Pain Is Gonna Come To You Faster Than A Sweeping Bullet Your Fear Shines Through So Bright When You Look Into My Burning Eyes... I Smell Like Death
Nobody seems to understand that my brain ain't stable They got me out on the ledge feel like I'm falling off the edge it ain't no fable It's reality, feel like
this time Those ravenous bastards always get what their after Those ravenous bastards always get what their after Those ravenous bastards always get what their after Those ravenous bastards
me, New Jersey Giant like Dave Tyree, Young George or Jonathan Chat, Your guns clap, Mine will go 'br-r-r-r-att', Soldier like Geronimo Pratt, And come
black crime legendary But at times unnecessary I'm gettin' worried Teardrops and closed caskets The three strikes law is drastic And certain death for us ghetto bastards
't no mercy inside us Feeling blessed, the richer I get the more I stress Smoking lye watching time fly, waiting for death Dear God I been feeling like
and witness game official Niggaz is so ashamed they stand stiff like scared bitches While I remain inside a paradox called my block Though gunshots is promised to me, when will
to children cause they're illin Addicted to killin and the appeal from the cap peelin Without feelin, but will they last or be blasted? Hard headed bastard
Forgive me; they wanna see me in my casket and if I don't blast I'll be the victim of them bastards I'm loosin hope, they got me stressin, can the Lord
We come to hit you with a sock full of Brooklyn to the Onyx of your nose, punk is funky like skunk blunts Stunk like funk cunt I come to take you on a
like it! Wizard of words when he he spits hazardous with it Like a disastrous blizzard so you better listen quick fast don't miss it Yeah go ahead little prick bastard
death [Layzie] We niggas rappin but still we actin like criminals [Majesty] Ridin with death [Layzie] We niggas rappin but still we actin like criminals
death, death, death Fuck with the niggas with the guns and you might get shot, get shot Get cha gun, get cha gun, did you kill 'em all? ... to death, death
double-O-P Let me guide you through the smoke G If only I wasn?t travellin' down this road by my lonely No one who knew me like you will ever know me
, of which nobody knows A seed that was planted as the night turned to dawn Will now bring me to life as the Reaper's spawn I'm a bastard of Bodom and
men fall Under crimson skies There's a sadness reflected in a soldier's eyes Tears will dry For those I kill Remember no more their names but someone will