Testi:
Self Dead Man

you all wrong behind every woman there's a good man trying not to bug the hell out to understand it guess i'd have to be a dead man trying not to laugh

on that other shit, that duct tape and some other shit That sex with no rubber shit, that fuck but don't love her shit I'm on that other shit man, you

great, so lame short Nothing of self of soul, of mind, of man Giving it back, a bat, fuck integrity Nothing made me sick, it's inside of me When your dead

me, the other ripped my seat They grabbed my homie and they threw him to the concrete (Ay man.. aiyyo.. ay man just c'mon ?) ("What you doin man?") They

for me they find a struggler To the death I take the breath from your jugular The trick is to never lose hope I found my buddy hangin dead from a rope

type of soldier, A ni**a that seen Everything in my muthaf**kin eyes I seen my parents get killed To my muthaf**kin eyes I seen my brother kill his-self

got there in the middle of the night, I wanna piss on his head I want that sonova bitch dead, I want him dead I want him dead, I don't care

50 Cent {*sung*}] This rap game, this rap game I ain't sellin' my soul for this rap game And I ain't diggin' no hole for this rap game Man, I'm tellin

wise man tells no lies The walls have ears, the windows have eyes and a dead man tells no lies [Repeat] No lies, no lies, no lies And a dead man tells