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Maximum Cure: The Unauthorised Biography of the Cure (The Cure) · Sleep When I'm Dead [Mix 13] (The Cure) · I'll Sleep When You're Dead (El-P) · I'll Sleep When I'm Dead (An Anthology) (Warren Zevon) · Sleep When I'm Dead (K-Rose) · Cumbia Mix Mix Mix, Vol. 2 (Acapulco Tropical) · The Dead Still Dead Remain (Impaled) · The Dead Still Dead Remain (Impaled) · Dead Heart in a Dead World (Nevermore) · Handful of Rain/Dead Winter Dead (Savatage) – and 90 other albums »
wanna see food so I fished in a child's head Motherfuckers be worried 'cause I'm sick Dead heads and frog legs Mmm... cake mix! Friday the 13th The night
You should be rolling up by now Knowing I'm a look Cool in them Black and white pictures When they talk about Underground rappers Gettin high
in the heart of the sunshine. I got blinded by the light in the moon. A black dog was barking at my back door When I began my life born alone.
hear I make 'em scream When I come true with the rest of the team I get it pop-in mainstream, still I'm the best in the scene So I can understand why
was lost here Wings clipped by the grip of 80 milligram sniffs of Oxycontin Everyday through the nostrils Never went away, never does it stop there
stealin', I'm too ill, see we're bellin' at the parlay Kicked up, mack, max motion Michael Bolton magazine call, I'm too potent Louisville mix pain kill
Started stealin', I'm too ill, see we're bellin' at the parlay Kicked up, mack, max motion Michael Bolton magazine call, I'm too potent Louisville mix
When they said hey boy, this ain't your home There ain't no cure for the bleeding heart 'Cause when you fall There's no second start in the city
to break, so I broke 'em Busted his ass in the head, that's when I grabbed him and choked him I'm on revenge, a psychopath, the master of wreckin' shit
CHORUS (x1) Sick dogs collide with your stride Break them off a left and then right Fight all over these streets 'Till I meet defeat I'm with
Yo, yo, I live it and I speak it My religion is reefer Big moneyin' to most, an uninhibited freak to sleep with My visions are realistic, nothin' is
A large percent die for causes not even their own When the Inspectah Deck be long dead and gone long live the I-N-S song they workin on Til then, I
42nd street terminal Yo, yo, I live it and I speak it My religion is reefer Big money and the most Uninhibited freak to sleep with My visions are
and mash. How do you manage? Paranoid, don't even trust my boys. Watch for them plots and deploys, envoys, scopin Like a dope fiend, when I'm smoked in
everything I've lost And look how you made me make me Think about me taking my own life When I remember what went down And I don't sleep at night and I
Anxiety, brothers trying me Gun slingers, dead ringers Yo, my slang's out of this world Mix collaboration man, little man and his girl Way of life got me
remembered when we're six feet under For hip-hoppin' not robins fuckin' beatings or plunder At the moment I'm not dead like David kampasey Double platinum
on the beep, beep, beep Fill a, nigga to the rim like brim Do a drive-by while I'm suckin' on a Endo stem Mix Hennesey with Thunderbird, Gin and juice I'm
a doctor. But I don't know is that I'm actually going to discover the cure for loneliness. SISTER RUBY THERESA: I'm Sister Ruby Theresa, and I've spent my
"Do you still see me even here?" (The silver cord lies on the ground.) "And so I'm dead", the young man said Over the hill (not a wish away).
do I get high It was a mix-up Saturday night, walkin by, a gunshot hook up wit down the block Hopin the shit was a dream when I see my homey shot
Casino and Wish don't give a fuck! O I'm Gambino -n- the walkin dead Woke up on the wrong side of the bed Bible of survival Triple six rivals, triple
knocked, until Madonna died Young and not givin a f*** There ain't a n**** I ain't hit when I buck and left 'em s*** outta luck I'm a gangsta like my
blew Five shots changed my whole life, throats were slit Niggas die by my orders when I wrote this shit Though we go back like wild knights at Latin
want to scream, but I just chill by the end of the week How many punks must I kill? I'm sicking up picnics, I'm robbing on good so after dark Stay