Lyrics:
and tell hell I'm comin' home
I'm poison, see my skull and crossbones
Got aim like them kids in Iraq who toss stones
And I got drugs in my system, we
Blood
So much blood in my eyes all I see is pain
c Nigga from them trenches all see is stormin rain
I feel this pain I don't know if I'll ever
your motherfuckin' head
A hole in the head, a hole in the head
Eight barrel pumping, system thumping
See a fine heina, c'mon baby jump in
I stop
on my back initiated in blood
Bout it niggas start fightin' when I walk in the club
You could tell I'm a soldier by my army fatigues
And you could
the system like buck
Free tre pound wish the best for lil brah
Remembe blood doing drills I was young
Now I got older I picked up a gun
Don't want to box me
to the new school
Big black skinny nigga
6'4" with the .44
Got the slow flow it sound like coke dough
In the Benzo smokin on Coco
My blood niggas say I'm true
There comes a point in everyone's life
You've got to fight the system when they try to tell you what's right
STop staring at me GFY
I got some new
here's your scars weary, here's your arms don't fear 'em
But you might die if you bail against the system
Another nigga caught up in the system
To amend my
When I hit the club all the girls show me love
While at the bar, got drank by the jug
In the v.i.p with the chicks and the drugs
It's the T.I.P
b****es!"
Don't shoot, out the phonebooth
I aim at your party, hit the wrong group
"Happy birth..." ow, ow, ow, ow
N****s done snap, runnin' hunch back
This is Maxwell Melvins, aka 66064
VP of the Lifers Group, help keeping our membership low
Now we're gonna give you the real deal
I wake up
never came from the fucking heart
And I will be there to watch you fall apart
With the blood of the main frame
And with the heart of the system
Still you
Sig sauer. Victim of a system's non-control
Devour, striking terror into every soul
Communication breakdown onto self destruction
Schizophrenic
the system, free my brother numbers
Cause there's nothing closer than the motherfuckin' blood
I heard you niggas hatin'
I heard you bitches hatin'
Heard you
know I'm alive
I live
Live my third eye lives to spy
The same guy that watches me
I watch him
Type
Midnight
Blood
We live in the system
But look inward
Up rose a movement titled C.R.A.S.S.
Who spoke of anarchy and freedom putting power to the test?
A caring group of people who worked outside
of confusion
A sacrificial victim
A slave to the system
Blood Saint
Uhh
Blood Saint
Everything that you despise
Will lead to your demise
The dead will be
and I'm still checkin'
The dopest motherfucker that you're hearin' on the record
It's me, you see, S-N-Double-O-P
D-O-Double-G-Y, the D-O-Double-G
I'm
of sedatives, hypnotics in my system, okay
Life is goin' just how I predicted, okay
Droppin' two Cialis in her liquid, okay
I ain't got a strap, I gotta risk
You must never forget
The essence of your spark
All of that which defines you
Is the essence of you blood
The infection has been removed
you oh ehhaa
CHORUS
She come true with her water bum bum
I put it in her system ahaa
Her eye self water don drop
She tell me P.Lux baby dont stop dont
Another morning
Another article about a dead trans woman
Another group of politicians
try to silence us
Treat us like monsters
They want us to hide
get up with my thugstas, right turn to the double glock
Pull to the curb, smoke with my hustlas
Puff puff to the brain, shot
Love P
factoryboy
Well it´s sad to see a person in the real world
Standing in the corner of a group
Singing Leonard Cohen for nobody´s ears
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