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Rage Drop Dead

out ? drop dead This could be a better world Go away ? drop dead Root it out ? drop dead May return a better man Go away ? drop dead Have you ever thought

out ? drop dead This could be a better world Go away ? drop dead Root it out ? drop dead May return a better man Go away ? drop dead Have you ever thought

I'm headed to the Lou' My fragrance is juice, and my tape deck is Snoop Roof, up-side your head If you trying to take mine, you get filled with lead You dead

die. Bear skin on my back, Wolf jaw on my head. Valhall awaits me when I'm dead. I raise my axe above my head, My eyes stare in furious rage. Yet more

mur. Un homicide sonore. La lame et l'armure. L'alarme, le murmure du flingue. L'ame d'un hip hop dead. Un putain de hold-up. Aux blocks, j'casded et kick sans drop

:] Down '71, to get away me gots to run-run. (Kick it.) [x3] [Bizzy:] Hit, get 'em up: nigga's on the run, runnin' side by side with' #1. When drop me

place and get a Jason Mask, better be ready to duck fast, Never be ready to face me I cut grass Leave em dead I put three in the head Then I feed him the dead

(I got my) I got my hand on my nutsac burnin 'cross the stage in a motherfuckin rage like a animal in a cage I catch wrecks like a junkyard fool (fool

the Chi town, nigga watch out, get knocked out the box Roll with the top-notch heat pop pop For the plot and we dropping em' Unstoppable, cocking em', leaving em' dead