[Originally by Depeche Mode] Words like violence Break the silence Come crashing in Into my little world Painful to me Pierce right through me
. I don't want to die or be sent home on a cargo plane, A tag on my toe without my name because I'm one of a million. A million, whoa. How many weapons
Gene and Paul I hate you most of all Ace your the ace and Peter your the cat
hold on the line" There are so many things I'd like to say But your busy all the time She gives us t-shirts, sends us posters Seals them with a smile
Everything I've tried has been worthless And I don want to die in search of something better Dropped the ball and threw the towel in Walked the fence
Here's another drink to cover every word you say fine excuses, it wasn't you then sorry, my mistake Here comes the part where the stunt double plays
so No sex, no drugs, no wine, no women No fun, no sin, no you, no wonder it's dark Everyone around me is a total stranger Everyone avoids me like a
wanna see a nigga blast the glock Niggas don't wanna see a nigga flash the rocks And pop up in the flashy drop - motherfuckers Niggas know me, Loon's a gunslinger Fuck fightin' a
but i miss the freaknic 'cause thats where my city use to be real sick people from other cities use to drive from miles just to get a taste of this A
Letcha battle with death for the prize of life I learned ta never come empty handed to a gun fight My advesaries feel fright, his last sight Was a flash
of funeral wakes Make your bones, bring a rat back dead, just ahead A cop's better, use this biretta Snitch, bet your bitch, she in a pre-dug ditch 'Cause I command a
feeling I got... Oooo yes I'm in it for the huge yes duplex living like I'm Hugh Heff Every other night I need a blue net for group sex Leaving with a
cry for waho now this is something i would die for Me i play the keyhole following the plans fresh from the motherland see i do it for the seating i do it for
on this bitch like a spa massage we all know your last name is what got you a job you use to put together gimmicks something like a collage since you
Make a girl sell her body for a five-dollar bag Some think my adventure's a joy and a thrill But I'll put a gun in your hand and make you kill In cellophane
givin no ring Nothin but a pretty little overnight fling Even though she wanna be the queen to my king She ain't nothin but a work for my ginseng Someone
to be the queen to my king she ain't nottin but a word for my ginsing someone I would use to bust my boxspring she woulda a numba one, not be bada bing
staring at the finish line, looking for a way to start Ia??ve been called everything, an extremist is that a bad thing or what they really mean is anything a nigga do, a
