with teeth of gold but we're just products on the food chain if you're not eaten you'll be sold!!! run yer fuckin pockets and pay me (im the motherfuckin
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I believe its a unanimous decision america is the worst face of terrorism supplying enemies with bombs, funding and arms its quite scary that's why
the caps won't miss bust six shots on an undacova cop they're all crooked mother fuckers and it ain't gonna stop so held your ground down, run your own
will blow my ashes spread tip my glass down to the dead save yourself, KILL ALL POLICE K-9 cops get strychnine treats short circuit robocops NO CASH
Sadness is all I've ever known. Inside my retched body it's grown. It has eaten me away, to what the fuck I am today. There's nothing left for me to
abate the ones who hesitate to stand their ground rally when the sky is falling, catch the clouds together ants can overcome and kill the ox the only
sprouted from a racist seed, the white men stole the land they need to renovate a state of hate of greed, and call it something great so every fall they
i need to be, FUCK EDUCATION, at least my mind is free 12 years down the drain for me, useless facts and lies of your white history if its not taking
give us yer money, and we will give you hope and explanation for what you can't understand cause yer too weak to cope eat this bread and drink this wine
i'm busting out of this hole breaking out and breaking in i have got an evil soul ripping shit with a wicked grin i know my enemies everyone who's not
yeah, homelife is a drag, deadly like a plague if sadness lurks within yer walls, like in mine where i am confined to my room to hide from all of the
teeth of gold but we're just products on the food chain if you're not eaten you'll be sold!!! run yer fuckin pockets and pay me (im the motherfuckin
in your chest, then open up your heart Im bouta bet it,like Memphis 10, they get it get it Gotta have it have it, take it all, man if they let me Ima run
you. Well I know this little chapel on the boulevard we can go, No one will know, Come on girl. Who cares if we're trashed got a pocket full of cash
two trains crashin it up. Verse 2: spliff starr Aiiyo, spliff starr drama. Bullet him to sonna. Type of nigga that would sell crack to your mama. Take the cash
