Lyrics:
clean by vultures
Bring out your dead
Bring out your dead
Bring out your dead
Bring out your dead
Bring out your dead
Bring out your dead
Bring out
not coming home
'Til he's dead, good and dead
Kill the beast
No, I won't let you do this
If you're not with us, you're against us
Bring
deal with this germ warfare thats endin us
they anti-christ, I'm anti-fair, anti-vice, anti-nice, anti-spice
up your life, I'll make you love it
cuz
deal with this germ warfare thats endin us
they anti-christ, I'm anti-fair, anti-vice, anti-nice, anti-spice
up your life, I'll make you love it
cuz
Hooray, ring out the bells,
King Conscience is dead.
Hooray, now back in your cells,
We've President Kill instead.
Here comes President Kill
she suck the dick, but she don't swallow
Now, that's a red flag (well, damn)
Bitch, how you grown but still live with your mama?
That's a red flag
and give it right back
For generations we been dealt bad hands with bad plans
Prove your dedication by hoppin' out Grand Ams
I'm at the premiere
who got it would even think to throw you a bone?
Moved you out your neighbourhood, did they find you a home?
Nah cypher, probably no place to
Imagine
Throw your muthafucking Cincinnati hats in the sky
Nigga don't ask why
Red laces in and out of them Air Max nine fives I,
Walk on the moon, flow
straight jacket just came unloose
I'm reporting live this is (BREAKING NEWS!)
The lunatics now run the asylum
The doctors are dead, nurses are tied up
and water...
they were passed to get votes. Seasonal anti-smut campaigns are not
conducted to rid our communities of moral rot...they are conducted to give
Throw your muthafucking Cincinnati hats in the sky
Nigga don't ask why
Red laces in and out of them Air Max nine fives I,
Walk on the moon, flow
Should be the only motto
Live free in danger
Prepare for no tomorrow
How we let the few control the many?
The walking dead not a show it's a documentary
the money dance
Whitey Bulge' your horse, soldier leaving Vietnam
Pledge allegiance to the flag
Where we keep it 100 and get your money back
Pull a plug,
your so wrong (it's 50)
I'm innocent in my head, like a baby born dead
Destination heaven, sit and politic with passengers from 9/11 (yeah)
your so wrong (it's 50)
I'm innocent in my head, like a baby born dead
Destination heaven, sit and politic with passengers from 9/11 (yeah)
got to be a bad boy
Okay, come out and play
Ya'll clowns Need to get down
Or get out the way i'm a live round
Shot to your head by Doc Dre ain't too
tangled
So why you criticize me
For the shit that you see on your tv
That rates worse than PG
Just bring your ass to where they got me
So you can feel
shifting my gears; I been moving
'Cause they wanted me dead or alive
But I'm making a break, and I want you to take a ride
Take a ride
Bring on the night
I'm going off like "kill me" I'm still goin' in
God, by all means possible
Give me the faith to live and die for the gospel
Tell 'em bring their guns
and half straight bastard
No mask when your flag get captured
First class, take you to the rap hereafter
Gone in a flash and yet he gets faster
Sick when
afraid to dive
Let the money pile up until I'm buried alive
Ask who the fuck want it, I bring it to your doorbell
Have niggas in your yard like a yard
face
We've already got someone here to take your place
The day they blew out the brains of the king
Thousands were watchin', no one saw a thing
It
the walking dead
It might take some time
But I really think we can start things over
Take a look out our lives
Take a look at how fucked up we’ve become
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