of passion And strong will From this I am the victor Instead of the kill I will not feed your hunger instead I bite the pain Looking not back but forward I bite
Перевод: Смерть. Bite боли.
of passion and strong will from this I am the victor instead of the kill I will not feed your hunger, instead I bite the pain looking not back, but forward I bite
symbol of a nation so boy stop crying Hero of a war such a man so brave A media's worth nothing when you're lying in your grave Do you know the pain
a bastard hollering "fuck me" Blaze to the death and die with dignity For the life of me I just wanna remain a nigga that's loyally loved Through his levels of pain
that mirth behind my death While groans melt in whispers my hymns are thine I'll be there-fight In your eyes-light Through the dark-reign All your pain
a doubt Godslayer action Eye to fist Fist to eye Dig the war anyway Killing time Killing time Bending cracks up In my mind Bite down Bite down Money
law and respect my pim I bring the pain Method Man, I bring the pain S & M shout to Fam-Lay, one of my bestest friends Shine killers send all of your death
start A rivalry of bites My human system fights My mission clear defined I'm at the end of the line I'm a Gene - genius Built to protect the world From death and pain
The world believe you deceived just to speak You'se not the streets, you'se the desk Use not your chest nigga, use a vest Before two's choose ya rest, you chose death
for sendin' garbage MCs to the graveyard. I pack a gat, not a slingshot; step to this and get an ass-whoopin' like Rodney King got. Or get beat to your death
prison Collide with rival clicks spitting, listen I live life, a like I'm racing to an early death Exceeding the speed limit, with no brakes Quiet when I step, reality bites
And the radio daze kept us in the dark And the satellite age brings us to the light Some feelin' the pitch, some feelin' the bite They ain't ready to
there's beef I'ma ride and won't slide 'til I'm debtin you (P swallow your pride), my pride ain't edible Fuck with my life, I'm stressin your death Cut
hurt myself Stop me Pain, pain Stop me [Monoxide Child:] I'm sitting in the dark, talking to myself Why does everybody tell me that I need help? I'm in love with pain
Can I take a bite of your cerebellum? I think it'll really get me up if I could be suckin' your seratonin' I'd rather just die than inflict any pain
seen skin bleed, don't play Hercules, you stuck You wan't war? With the Outlaws? That's hard luck We leave behind pain, broken bones and raw cuts [Trigga
