Lyrics:
been seeing strange things
All the pain brings vivid detail to my daydreams
Faint screams can be heard crying out
But the killer's call is coming from
I woke today, I was crying
Lost in a lost world
So many people are dying
Lost in a lost world
Some of them are living an illusion
Bounded by
the Book of David
In the holy light (when it's laid to waste)
It will be written
By the children of Eden (I said save this place)
And the Holy Ghost
no, not again
But he didn't listen, millions of victims killed by my mother's killers
Visious with it, he even murdered innocent children
Damn, now I
you at your mother's wake, smack you then I whack you with my snub trey-eight
I rub your face off the Earth and curse your family children
Like
Killer, Killer, he knows where you live
Action, thriller, how much would you give
To be there, watching, when the killer strikes
To be there,
a drive-by
Wet em up from his shoulders, leave him bye-bye
Now mama cry-cry, but it ain't my time to either die-die
So ask me why-why, but I feel that God owe
on loan
Riders on the storm
There's a killer on the road
His brain is squirmin' like a toad
Take a long holiday
Let your children play
If you
through the night
I wear the crown
You are my children
Kneel at my throne
Beg for forgiveness
Live by my rule
All shall applaud
I am the killer
I am your
that you showing?
Are you Children of the Corn?
We divided but not torn
All these questions that were formed
Are you scared to take a form?
We need
took a walk down town
Got to see this some kinda revolution
Dem rock, dem a jam, dem a rock it ina one
The high and the low, holding hand as one
Miles
inside his sight
Cannot wait to the scottish people see that we controlled by evil
See that we controlled by demons little children fucking screaming
This
on loan
Riders on the storm
There's a killer on the road
His brain is squirmin' like a toad
Take a long holiday
Let your children play
If you
picture (mwah)
Not every day the bitch see a million dollar nigga (well damn)
Hired killers with me now, I can't be a victim (pow, pow)
Choppa close by
much we probably numb to it by now
After all, it's the American way right?
Home of the brave and free (It's America)
Free just to murder me (land
so much we probably numb to it by now
After all, it's the American way right?
Home of the brave and free (It's America)
Free just to murder me
Ugh! Ah! Ooh
Oh my, oh my, oh my God, oh my God
The children are dead, they're all dead
The children are dead
Why, God, why the children?
Tears in
without my
bullet proof vest
Killing myself for the perfect honeymoon
fighting with scorpions tied around my neck
I hear the pitter patter
of a killer
Po-po's guessin if the stolen car gonna do a drive-by
Wet em up from his shoulders, leave him bye-bye
Now mama cry-cry, but it ain't my time to either
Po-po's guessin if the stolen car gonna do a drive-by
Wet em up from his shoulders, leave him bye-bye
Now mama cry-cry, but it ain't my time to either
they get hungry, it ain't shit funny
Paid to interfere with how a brother get his money
Now, who's the real thugs, killers and gangsters?
Set
play, I'mma knock his fuckin face off
Hit the bullet, oh boy I'm going AWOL
Said the K to them childrens behind that G wall
Got a hundred foot chain, hoes
the eye,
Those children's songs in school we'd sing,
The land of the brave and the free,
Meant business backed by armies,
Would plunder the world unabashedly
Rest in Power to my uncle Martin
Twenty-one years old slain by a cold-hearted killer
Point blank range pulled the trigger
Pour out a little liquor
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