ve murdered apathetic Your numb sense becoming my fix And I dream Far away from these tortured lands Cast away Spewing out the bile Purge me of the vile Home Home
murdered apathetic Your numb sense becoming my fix And I dream Far away from these tortured lands Cast away Spewing out the bile Purge me of the vile Home Home
[Verse] Since I was a kid I was an MC villain I held many mics and tore down many a ceilin' They used to say that I was bound to fail Because my skin
a storefront oven on the corner a boy is waiting the moonlight feels cold and desperate some hidden sadness has bound down attention is all over town ready to burst
around and I can't let go And I'm bound to run up in a high speed butt naked and let the techs go Bound to give my 'ut two children and hit the nitro
into a ratchet Veterans of stone, venomous and cold Terrorists with messages of chrome, settlements explode Apocalyptic face off, Babel to Bilderberg, witch's curse Pistols burst
pussy,.. walls... They day, panic, nigger, twister, throwing, let it grow up I pop as they countdown, can't turn out my loud bound You keep it real in a feel, home
mail is, guesstimate the weight you sellin So they can send shots straight to your melon; wait! It gets worse, baby momma water burst Baby came out stillborn
Shaq for? Incredible rhymer, what the hell am I sell crack for? I'm real, you a ac-tor, I'm hot, you just not a fac-tor You on some bound to do, I'm on
the shit hit the fan and you on the run you better pray if they catch your homeboy first Cause if they put him under pressure, he bound to burst into
[Chorus:] Comin' Up Comin' Down, That G in H-Town, South Bound as I clown, Come around blaze a pound [x4] [First Verse:] Well let me jump in this funk
Tryin figure where your mail is, guesstimate the weight you sellin So they can send shots straight to your melon; wait! It gets worse, baby momma water burst
Europe and everywhere else. Produced by Steve Schram, and recorded at Sing Sing Studios in the bands home town of Melbourne, this is an album which shows
Tryin' figure where your mail is, guesstimate the weight you sellin' So they can send shots straight to your melon, wait! It gets worse, baby momma water burst
and you on the run You better pray if they catch your homeboy first 'Cause if they put him under pressure, he's bound to burst Into a long conversation
another accident statistic" And there's a slow, slow train comin' up around the bend All that foreign oil controlling American soil Look around you, it's just bound
a soulful, bounding leap And, foaming at the mouth He began to make his midnight creep For sixteen nights and days he raved But on the seventeenth he burst
Blood of the damned Invokes the scorned Their helpless eyes just watching you Drive home thy horn Raising a prophecy of chaos and pain That burst forth
