Into the void Into the darkness You suffer forever Killed in your sleep Death awaits you tonight Killed in your sleep Don't close your eyes Death awaits
bound, crossin' my path I'ma drop this 12-guage shell down On the road to destruction, guage eruption Creepin' so I'm cautious Catch a nigga sleep, six feet
maneuvers, that's hard to beat Till the other side retreats under six feet beneath, c'mon I told you that is a saw I wore I'm a kill when the rebel
homocide Well you know I'm about to hoo-lah I never catch you sleeping And I'mma pop the clip Put it between your eyes when I should die Need six feet
'm psychotic, maybe I should watch "The Secret" Or see a priest and I might just chill Or will I blow him out of the confession booth Like on 'Righteous Kill' Kill, kill, kill
roof like the flid Rod Hull We want people to sing all our songs And the nuns at St. Joseph's rappin' on smokin' bongs We wanna be remembered when we're six feet under
golden feet With shackles lookin' to jackals Greenpeace to a ring to fill Death come quicker When you shoot to kill Watch out, but your merry, sleep with your
of the obsequies at 12 - With your teeth on edge at the faint sound of the swans charging at the trees that you built swings on and killed under and dreamt under With your
arsonist 'cause I'll burn you With the slug I'm funky plus I got Carpet fresh in my rug tug a war and Get dug six feet under floor plans are Banned Combat
old traps, now you never learn from your mistakes So now you wear this ass whoopin' wit' pride, what side you on? It wasn't no I in team, only in your
an auction. Tell them we gotta raise some money for the defense. They'll buy everything that she touched. Everything. Your shoes, your dresses, your perfumes, your
going down, we figured But this was no ordinary nigga He stood about six or seven feet Now, that's the nigga I'd been seeing in my sleep So we triple
jus' can't win When the people you think are your friends Really ain't your friends, uh and bush wick can't sleep When everybody aroun' me keeps fallin' six feet
yo fuck it We start jumped it, get on top of the shit and peeled Mad soldiers out in the field, busting they steel The raw deal, kill or be killed, shit
your six feet underground You didn't listen You didn't play your position They shot your baby bombs and she turned up missing Some where in Whitehovas Your
shit-eater! [Kyle:] Donkey-raping shit-eater... [Ike:] donkey-rabing sheed-eatah! [Terrance:] You'd fuck your uncle! [Philip:] You'd fuck your uncle! [Terrance:] Shut your
up in my motherfuckin sleep I'll split your skull and mail your brains to your mama fool 380 leavin motherfuckers in a blood pool So chase your skill
I could smell your fear And watch you coming, you can't fuck with a nigga from bud I'll leave laying on your back, with your body wide open Choking on your