Перевод: Torture Killer. Насильственные сцена смерти.
I must hurt you I can't control myself I must kill you I must kill you dead (/I must cut off your head) Torture to death Torture to death I just got
is done Bust a cap, another drops dead Seven minutes and I'll kill again Pieces of lead, ripping through your head This is a violent scene of death
punished For what they have done Torture them slowly it would be fun Kill them all off one by one Let them go - no torture them slow Fuck you - and
Caught in lifeless flesh Screams of my fear that no one hear Pain of my thought that no one knows The yearning to death that I feel Alone with myself
Intoxicated by the fruits of the earth Diabolical fanatikism, so cold and grim The perfect perversion, bestiality incarnate As instruments of torture
em', if they deny it Blow em' past me the iron Let me bite them with the bulldog made by design Niggas gon' give me mines or get in line for the torture
Freedom wings as precious as slim How many times were broken? Poor in spirit overbearing Sentenced exception to death Stifled cries Implored grey skies
blind Finding the word Please be the word ??? Wretched torture death dismay Feed off the ones that go unto you Finding the ones are sacred to you Killing
you go Where did you go As days go by The night's on fire Tell me would you kill to save a life Tell me would you kill to prove you're right Crash
you love me When I was lonely and my daddy died all of my niggaz came to the church And thanks for comin', I'm still stressed out over the death When
grenade in they pussy The I start stranglin' babies See, it's death to all my enemies that's RIP only tactic But if by chance we kill each other our
[Majesty] Ridin with death [Layzie] We niggas rappin but still we actin like criminals [Majesty] Ridin with death [Layzie] We niggas rappin but still
Ridin' with death We niggas rappin' but still we actin' like criminals Ridin' with death We niggas rappin' but still we actin' like criminals My nigga
would let you Kiss me, kill me Your kiss is torture But killing me would be too easy Our tragedy seems to be killing everything It sees like death
and fire We're burning Hot on the heels of death Strength and suspicion Armored with steel Ready for action Tonite we're out for the kill! Onward we
ve thought Anyone could contend them, I'll bend them And send them to the lions in the kingdom [Mad Child] Death by invitation, torturing teens in bondage
