did Strap a bomb Kill your friends Take your life Do it for Allah Dead Now you're dead Blown to pieces No-one cares Walking dead
a fifth of Bacardi from outta my underwear And walk around the party without a care Like a body without a head Lookin' like a zombie from Night of the Livin' Dead
they mouth and try to take shots at me (take shots at me) [Eminem] Yo, you might see me joggin, you might see me walkin You might see me walkin a dead
exactly what the song says: smoke weed, take pills, drop outta school, kill people and drink And jump behind the wheel like it was still legal I'm dumb enough to walk
people All the happy people who have real nice lives And who have no idea whats it like to be broke as fuck [Verse One:] I feel like I'm walking a
I'm brazen or paranoid than a bitch, Me dyin', you think I'd let him see the joy from that shit? Walking dead, angels spend their last days by me,
i'm sentacle, sleep-walkin', isn't you? Walkin' 'round town wit' a pound full of dinner food Came a long way from a bored-day Dead away where there's
away now you want to come back i walked away from you no fuckin' tears for them lost years i took the pain then i turned it to hatred so dead to me no
's in progress Hard niggas finna' soften up when that lead touch 'em You cut 'em once and keep fight, fuck it just keep cuttin' em Its real killa instinct, kill or be killed
I am the walking dead heartbreaker, my apologies, I'm happy you'll never understand what It's like to be trapped under six feet of solid glass, I can
rich & turn punk But I won't forget my roots cause I don't Worship money that's not what counts Kill or be killed Somehow I have to buy mama house
now isnt it pale In hell politicians will sit in a buliding Gettin rich off of the devils pay chill and chill grin? Lying, it was beginning to kill them
really clean if you know what I mean Except for this recurring dream Of losing total feeling While the windmill's squealing The windmill's squealing I paint to kill the dead
dirt, all our tecs spit rounds My ? playas disrespected clowns Bringing guns, weed and coke to connected towns See I pop niggas like corn, and real killers do killings
ya Your ass all over like paraphernalia, hmm See the police gon jail ya For walking around wit the kind of ass that'll kill ya now Don't worry bout it
style, know your name Watch how he pull your file, make you wish you never fuckin came NOW Even the hardest motherfucker has his final day So kill
SHIT LP after LP, we make G's I run up in your ganks den take you for your keys I'm not lying or joking, you get broken Dead in Flatbush, back to
must kill, to control my brain Swept away by my lust to cause pain, mutilation is my only want The evil inside me gives me the strength to kill at will
