doubt, but with a strange new twist let your whole mind frame rearrange to this (Mad Child) bone cracking excitement, spine tingling temper seven dead bodies found
' realize this is nothin' that you're used to Get your life taken by a booster Then we gon' hang the noose up It's all over with (Yeah) All they found
brolic, V.A. driver's license in his wallet The last call on his mobile phone was back to home Sorry, Miss Amonia's son was found dead with two in his
dong) sweet voice said She cracked it open, her reply I thought you was dead In a matter of seconds and inches The door was hanging off the hinges (crash
like parkin' my ride So I honked my horn but nobody was comin' I said, "What the heck I ran inside and left it runnin'" I was inside for 20 seconds that's all I found
scared as shit And drove one block to find my brother was hit He wasn't dead but the blood was pouring And all I could think about was war and Later I found
tick tock, tick tock Come on, dawg, what's wrong with my head? It blew apart but I still ain't dead I get no respect I got nothing but guts hanging
sweet little knees Somebody took her black thing and went thug That's terrible, he heard about it for months What about that one nobody guy that they found dead
of dead body stew Paint my face, creep up and say boo Nobody knows what I'm about Walk around town with my guts hanging out Chewing on toes, fucking dead
Push all the time oh all the time Find a way out now Sweet electric child She knows what it's got to be Could be this could be that Found a place to hang
, runnin from FED niggaz, Po' ass scared niggaz, that came out dead niggaz And all I ever wanted to be was an emcee Did a little dirt and found it wasn
I found that I find the things that you find Important rather peculiar The space in between between you and me Has grown darker and deep and bigger
what it will take" To make your move don't hesitate With the eyes and the cameras as that are watchin' around The enemy is near and you're to be found Dead
Nobody saw him running from Sixteenth Avenue They never found the fingerprint or the weapon that was used But someone killed country music, cut out it
me dead I'm gonna have to put you down for a while I count the years and I shed no tears I'm blinded to what might have been Nature's voice makes my
the battle is over, the clouds hanging low Dead bodies lie on the ground Marched into slaughter, lost souls fought in vain No glory or pride to be found
next paycheck Workin' this job is like lightin' two fuses Workin' this job is runnin' out of excuses It's like a dead-end when a road map is useless Until I'm dead
dead of night I did no wrong, I will not fight It was not me, I will not run But I believe in what was done John, John, there's something wrong The guns are found
