I've been to hell with no plan for return, I've seen things that'll make your eyes burn I've seen the eyes of death through a loved one dying And once
fall Me serious with the fists one touch could make a fool die Them turned heads and one could see the devil in me eye But I'm off and, and rub the coffin
savage batch hidden The can of whoop ass with the Shady Aftermath lid You pop off the top it?s like opening vats of acid Beat the Octamom to death with
leak got a beat I don't gotta speak Cop a seat start to think psychically make the speakers peak deliriously Off their high horse make an ass of their
maid To her, death is quite romantic She wears an iron vest Her profession's her religion Her sin is her lifelessness And though her eyes are fixed upon
maid To her, death is quite romantic She wears an iron vest Her profession's her religion Her sin is her lifelessness And though her eyes are fixed
minds most bitterly For them that think death's honesty Won't fall upon them naturally Life sometimes Must get lonely. My eyes collide head-on with
s eyes staring clear At the back of your head as you drink And there's no time to think. Warlords of sorrow and queens of tomorrow Will offer their heads
with the cars she kept. Oh and such is life she often said, with one day leading to the next, you get a little closer to your death which was fine with
With grooves so funky, they come with a Speed Stick So check the flavor that I'm bringin The motherfuckin D-R-E, will keep they motherfuckin heads ringin
make a break, with tear-filled eyes you killed That gun butt felt so smooth and warm cradled in your palm Oh your childhood cried out in your head "they
different Oliver Boy! It's the same old story Where there's blood there's death not glory Look into these empty eyes Fed upon by parasites As beauty's ugly head
