someones gonna have to end up d.d.dead And if your friend got soaked then he a d.d.dead. Yeah you know what I'm sayin a dead motherfucker Barely up in
lead Bullet wounds to head motherfuckers' dead Fuck around and catch a bad one Fuck around and catch a bad one Fuck around and catch a bad one Fuck around
Mother A ring of bright slaughter, I spat in the waters Of life that ran slick from the stab wounds in her Dub me Lord Abortion, the living dead The
what you feel I guess, I guess all wounds heal over time, you know But uh all I can do now is reminisce Look at my homeboy lying there dead in the street
Blood still flows from an open wound. In a room, one heart beats where there were two. The killer had a knife and golden blonde hair. Her eyes blue and
her tragedy, was 'The Glen'. She was found early in the morning, lying on her dining room floor. Her throat had been horribly cut and there were three wounds
correct and choke ya now victum One of the three man crew What to do You saw my face and know my name Its all the same I got the wounds I feel no pain
see myself goin wrong So I've got to stop I've got to summon my powers I've got to drop off all the dead and dying I got to cauterize my wounds
<killa sin> Yeah, word up One time, one time Killarmy, killarmy Beretta 9, killa sin, dom pachino, word up Shogun the assasson, all is fair in
you'll be dead meat I'm sendin punks six feet deep And gettin money in lumps, cause this ain't Twenty-One Jump Street You wanna stop what I supply Aiyyo
only one left Threw his ass over board and told him hold your breath Caught my breath, I seen honey down on the deck Eyes closed with a bullet hole dead
stop three, two sombreros ready to mop me, drop me, proceeded with the head of the click Bread in their fingertips The sly chick came out with three
the devil himself Clinging to life by one small thread If it hadn't been for Julian's daughter [ALL PEASANTS] He'd certainly be dead [PEASANTS] Look
from his injuries. The children argue over the man being Jesus after noticing wounds on his hands and feet. "don't you remember, they tell us every Sunday that one
brighter glow One cowboy mentioned the town of El Paso They never stopped dancin' and money like whiskey would flow She bought one way a ticket from Santa Fe Three
It's a, half past three. Well ya, ya get your moves all steady, Cause no good is up again. Mortally wounded, the one on the front seat, It's the beginning
gun from the holster You would surely die Blackie dalton was a gun fighter He killed three men in abilone and four in wichita He wounded one in kansas
your gun from the holster You would surely die Blackie Dalton was a gun fighter He killed three men in abilone and four in Wichita He wounded one
