see the bolt Going through their brain You don't smell the death You don't hear their cries You don't see the fear Flashing in their eyes You feed upon the meat
Traduzione: DRI. Dead Meat.
the meat on my menu Piru is the gang Hell, I was been through But I'm a soldier to the very end I hate Crabs with the passion, my attitude is grim, so I
the gallows no media coverage 'Cause I don't want it, that's why I'm rarely seen in public If I were you I wouldn't waste time readin' rubbish It might
D.R. Period, man My bad I took so long with the beat man I know you gotta make your gwop, sold it and shit, you know I ain't trippin man, I'll be back
attraction The Lord's suffering, the pain brings healing To all colors, creeds, salvation is granted 100% satisfaction guaranteed! [T.R.U.-L.I.F.E.] From the door I
.d., revelation struck God shows no mercy, to whom he interrupts [Hook] [E.S.G.:] God spare me, I'm living on the edge Most my peers dead, or doing
wake me urgently With a stern sermon about wasting my day Knowing that if I don't force me outta bed with a crowbar I'll lazily stay I wake up.kinda sorta
our skets is dirty I toss bullets, New York niggas gel like Testaverde I don't keep the scope on the ratchet And for the dope I'm gonna catch it) Make
the remix, its an honor my nigga I made rap, one blood, that say I'm signin wit Jigga I got rappers gettin mad at me I got these new jack rappers tryin
i shot a gay preacher I dident do my homework so i shot my teacher I dropped out the next day fuck a g.e.d Then i went and clowned the industry with ICP
time Hopin' that when I call home they dead or press the nine I bet yo hood can't fuck with mine Ooh the language I speak when them people roll around
Hopin' that when I call home they dead or press the nine I bet yo hood can't fuck with mine Ooh the language I speak when them people roll around And
closet, but my 9 made 'em dead meat. I shot the hoe who set me up I'm drivin' off mad because the niggas threw off my nut I'm going through a thang,
runnin is infinte Slugs that leave niggas drugged like a chick slip the Mickey I'm so on the low it'd take a Navy SEAL to get me, when I surface If not
body Movin' on [R] Yeah [M] Who da hell is Sabrina? [R] I don't know what you talkin bout [M] Yeah whatever [R] Go head man I don't even wanna hear that
a thug pearl Shorty say I keep em wet like Waterworld I'm kind of busy doin MTV So call me later y'all I think I'm the C-P-T, or polly with Mya, in D.
