will linger on but dontcha know that dreams all die the day yer born there is no god there's only ignorant bliss no reasons why were born to die (just born
reasons why We're born to die, oh (We're born to die) We have no rights We have no future No reasons why We are born to die Just born to die, oh Going
Traduzione: Choking Victim. Born To Die.
s seein Is an outline of chalk [Chorus: Pooda] Now where my murderers and thugs Load the clips and shoot the slugs If these niggaz come Ride on me But I was born
feel cause I was born to kill Ain't no love it seems the devil done stole my soul I feel how I feel 'cause I was born to kill The metal in your mouth
(feat. Mr. Lucci) [Mr. Lucci] Introducin Mr. Lucci, tha wig split loco Unfuckwitable crook have yo whole gang in a choke hold I run wit 4 niggaz that
you how it roast me He's a victim of second hand smoke and choking It's only cause he lonely cause his father ain't home Became a victim of the gunsmoke
rumble, check out the rhyme flow) (Comin like Rambo...) [Wreck League:] BAM! BAM! Come with the Black Star thriller Bavarian thought thriller, natural born killer Who's the next victim
down til they crawlin Put you in a body bag hit you with the .44 mag I'll stretch you out and watch a motherfucker choke and gag What the fuck you thought
, Hello Ali [Chorus] [Verse 2:] Presidents Should Never Flow Lips Change, Lovers Choke It's So Hard (Swear To God I'll Make The Rubber Melt) Stomach Man, Battle Song I Was Born
they crawli Put you in a body bag hit you with the 44 mag I'll search you out and watch a mother fucker choke and gag What the fuck you thought this
Care for a little necrophilia I was born with a birthmark of cinders Debris cast from the stars and Mother A ring of bright slaughter, I spat in the
the smoke You pray to god as you choke You searched for salvation, but entered damnation Trapped by the claws of death, you die for your god You were born
[mr. lucci] Introducin mr. lucci, tha wig split loco Unfuckwitable crook have yo whole gang in a choke hold I run wit 4 niggaz that's so cold and I'm
a victim It's more than a crime, his condition state - Mentally confused I slice them with my knife Inside the body my right hand dive I butcher them for fun Or shoot them with my gun I choke
I'm a man, I'm a very sick man I got one aim this is kill and kill again I was born with pain and pain I give back All I do with people is mangle, scalp
I was born with a birthmark of cinders Debris cast from the stars and Mother A ring of bright slaughter, I spat in the waters Of life that ran slick from
