dead behind, Striking forward for a cause, That I once believed. Striking - ripping - crying. Is this humanity, This is not my belief, Living the dead behind
from me I've got weak constitution I'm led so easily So easily I left it all behind in the dead of last winter I left it all behind but the question
jealous of the warmth and the heat The witness from above never feels peace he sees In the dead of night alter boys molested by priests Pious men behind
' Wayne) on tha wall brain spilla Grave filla Who me untamed gorilla I be thugged out Dead bodies drugged out Throw the slugs out Love don't live here
I dead of alive Is this a dream or a sign Is there a chance I can find my mind and rewind But paint me behind blinds and find somethin Its like a game
Flava Flav That ain't save that nigga Dave, when he got his gator sprayed Killa keep hatorade, just in case a hater brave Cock the chrome put a tombstone, on a hater grave
[1 Timothy 1:9 Isaiah 1:20 Isaiah 3:11 Isaiah 65:2 Jeremiah 5:23 Exodus 20:13] No body's getting in nobodies getting' out We got a live bomb and were
Pablo & Sleepy Brown) (Verse 1, Bubba Sparxxx:) I come, they go I run, they slow I ain?t saying that I did what I did I just live how I live, cuz
Swollen with liquid Ready to burst A load of my lymph Will quench this dead body's thirst One month in the grave twisted and half decayed She turned
devour Ghastly beauty look into my eyes to reproduce with the living every century Impregnation of the virgin I drink the blood of the unborn Returning to my grave
lovers I've forsaken are dancing with the dead lust and desire burning in hellfire great god below me, my future you have read Euphoria found it's grave
factories Teeming with ripe disease and on your bended knees you took it like a man!Regret rears its despicable head All those years of ingesting the dead Living
still on my rampage Jump behind some bushes, dodging cops, another close shave I'm bumpin heads with the reaper on a daily basis Can't sleep with nightmares of dead
paid, still on a rampage Jumped behind some bushes, dodgin cops, another close shave I'm bumpin heads with the reaper On a daily basis, can't sleep, with nightmares of dead
body Little homey, big homey get shot at the party They never had a chance, they were dead on arrival My jefa always tells me that I'm living suicidal
searching, im searching for something to find me. and you turn at the green light facing everything with it could be's, leaving dead behind you the debris
wasting, decaying You're running out of time All I know is what you said Before the comas' grip Don't want to live your life brain dead To death you crave