? Will I make it? Bred to hate in this world you're alone You serve a sentence when you've done nothing wrong You look ahead for a better tomorrow When life
a screw nailed in Return like I was sending self addressed postage Throw bricks the size of the Stonehenge Before battles, we pour blood And toast, death
once again my guest And why is this? Was Herod unimpressed? (Caiaphas) We turned to Rome To sentence Nazareth We have no law To put a man to death We
roulette, fuck the threat Your whole crew's vagina, you and your co-signer Nigga, we rollin' in eight and a halfs, TV's in the dash Three G's in the
, New York trendtogrophy The G O D, 120 degree geography The bomb thick iron skin without a blemish Black art of war chemist Carry out the death sentence
of a screw nailed in Return like I was sending self addressed postage Throw bricks the size of the Stonehenge Before battles, we pour blood And toast, death
offenders fate, the new Secure units for the old custodial sentence. Well we have listened to you for long enough, Taken all your threats, and you ain
I'm fucking done Howling with rage I've lost, they have won My fears proved false They chose to end my strife In the court halls Sentenced no to life... But death
shine every sentence, in my attendance take off them fake pendants, them cubics and them oc?s i do this like the og?s, im realer than a death threat,
, Russian roulette, fuck the threat Your whole crew's vagina, you and your co-signer Nigga, we rollin in eight and a halfs, TV's in the dash Three G's
New York trendtogrophy The G-O-D, 120 degree geography The bomb thick iron skin without a blemish Black art of war chemist Carry out the death sentence
the threat Your whole crew's vagina, you and your co-signer Nigga, we rollin in eight and a halfs, TV's in the dash Three G's in the stash, see we love
sentence, In my attendance take off them fake pendants, Them cubics and them ocs I do this like the ogs, I'm realer than a death threat, 25 to life debt
wanna do? The narrator RBX, cell block two [Verse Three: The Lady of Rage] Rage, lyrical murderer; "Stranded on Death Row" And now I'm servin a - lifetime sentence
this one Time is the sentence for my sin Three thousand years my angry soul's Been trapped inside this tomb of my condemn. Death is but a threshold To
