You played yourself
You played yourself
Look at them run and strain
Counting my change
They take aim I be game
I shoot to kill
They played themselves
For trying to take my only dolla bill
Im scroungin up pennies and bottles
Da GOB played my pockets feels way
But that's okay 'cause im sceaming
But suckas playing they sell this is the season
For me to play the head hunta
Hunting heads for all the too big punks
That wanna my mental instead
I just go running and just ignore that
I got two months to live
Fofor messing and trying to be
Dis or dat now watch my back
Because they might try to jack
Fellas I thought was cool
Now they tring to swing the axe
And put my 6ft under ground
But Im already under ground
With my terrifing sound
So step back yo if you value yo health
Ya played yo self
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Whatz Ya Pleasure (x9)

Niggas die everyday
So I give a fuck
Bad luck
Too bad your fucking homie got stuck
he was a mark
Punk ass nigga, what you wanna do
Try your luck and you'll sing a dead man's groove
So smooth that it makes you want to slit your wrists
From listenin to all that wacked ass bullshit
The groove is potent so you might wanna take a hit
Or kickity kick back and listen to the funky shit
That we kick 'cause the cult is on a roll
And when we stop it, we leavin' with yo' soul
killin' nigga's like a pro 'cause i ain't a hoe
on the raezel i packs the mad roll

Nigga's can't fuck wit tha real shit
hell naw, keep yo' fuckin ears open
listen for hell's call
E-X-P the motha fuckin' grave digga Wig splitta
Holla holla holla fuck ya figure
Whatz ya pleasure, I like pain
Pain's my game, I'm insane
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Justice System...Is there Justice in the system? Or is there just us in the system??

They love to drag your ass to court
This is the arena for their sick sport
They run for office and make more laws
100,000 reasons to further their cause
We get charged we better watch out
A system of fear what they make out
Wither way it goes good or bad
The attorneys get paid and they get fat
Is there justice in a world gone crazy?
Where its survival of the fat and lazy
The less youve got theyve got you on your knees
Youll cop pleas they get fees

Its all such a web of lies
Its all such a web of lies
Its all such a web of lies
Its all such a web of lies
Its all such a web of lies
Attorneys are spiders and we are flies(4x)

One to prosecute one to defend
One to judge you and in the end
12 of your peers are forced to sit in
All lawyers lie so they can win
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(Hektic)
Who gives a fuck if you know my name
Or what I'm all about I'm hittin that ass
And then I'm out bitch
No strings attached cause I don't need you
Or nothen at all and incase you call
And you can be fuck doll
Its all a game as I mislead you to let me hit it
And when I get thats it bitch
Dont smell like fish bitch
So many bitches
So little time for me to hold
Suckin my scrotum
Dropin my load and I know em
To my grave I take nothen I can truly use
I light your fuse bright enough to
Light up my groove
Tonight I assume
No good no sound makein
Laying there dead, fuck bitch
Then you know that I'm takin'
I'll simply tuck my dick between your tits
and pump in a like in a sex race
The first place prize to cum all over
Your pretty face
A big disgrace
My expectations
Got me X-rated
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Nuthin in my mind but violent memories
Oh shit how can it be
Preminitions of me shootin heroine in my vain
Call me insane
Never knw what i did could be labeled As horror bitch suck my dick
Memories did come to haunt my ass
Like that time i slit my wrists with glass
Blood scattered along the basement floor
Drag my limp ass body to the door
What the fuck i hear my little sister screamin
Oh no where do i go
Bloods pourin out my wrist like a faucet
Losin my shit hopin ima make it
Violent memories i see the pain in red
Violent memories of dreams inside my head
So was she a bad girl or was she not
Daddy didnt stop couldnt stop and wouldnt stop
Every night daddy search sara's bedroom
Touching private parts came from the mommys womb
Please she cries it hurts to look at the core
Of these acts of violence sexual and more
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Its about 7:30 and Mr. Bones is about to smoke
Fidda ride by peep the crib i got no coat
Legend has it that his shed is possessed marks on his chest
Tied up as a devil blessed
Unholy senctuary
Killed him his wife and his daughter Mary
Leavin visions of a blood stain and more
Hope he doesnt have a flashback open the door
To the passage of the men of whom i spoke
Can you see the smoke thicken? I begin to choke
Day dreaming is a fucked up thing you see
Where the fuck is Bones? He's supposed to get me
8:00 on the dot out the door and in my ride
Butcher knife on the dashboard inside
Bloodstains on the backseat rollin
In a cracked up car probably stolin
But i don't know
Because i left my mind in el segundo
Rollin deep with a skeleton mask on my face
About a halfhour late
From pickin up Hektik
But my car stalled shit fuck it
8:36 niggas at m ... Читать дальше »

( sol ) (i'm back again, let's all play r.o.c.'s away sol's in yo face) bustin'
like glasses killin' by the masses still whuppin' asses raps is still tragic
(when you close yo eyes, i'm gettin' closer your head you betta hold up 'cause
sickles pop like toasters) suprise, open yo eyes and realize i'm back again
still the same reign now with skrapz locked up in the spin trick 'r' treatin'
daily man i need yo soul i will survive anniversaries here, 5 years ago i died
like michael fuck myers like jordan i coast the same kids plus a few more
throwin' rocks at my post but i remains there with unkle kreepy plottin' a
plan to figure out how the fuck to take the world again world again ring
around the black rose touch it it weeps tears keep my mentals roamin' through
zones you couldn't reach, i'm home!!! chorus: the night that the killers kame
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Off I go, to get a mask for my fuckin' face
The thirty first fills my heart with joy and pain
Walk to the custom store to get a mask that fits
Ain't this a bitch, it's closed, so I start to panic, shit

Look in the glass, Thats the mask I had a dream about
A face of a man called the R.O.C. from the House Of Krazees
A rap group, he's a fucking loser
A psycho murdera
Myth has it that he's still alive

I break the glass an alarm sounds, I'm quick to pick
Up a fucking mask, I'm jettin' before they catch me with it
The stolen goods, I had to have it, understand
Walk around with a fucking mad man upon your face

A damn shame, he holds so much power
As you can see, I wanna be him
So I can really see what he sees
I ducked into an ally quick as I can
I shook the law with the long arm
Lucky that I'm fast enough

What the fuck, who can I trust
I can't go see the crew
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Christians murdered indians
Christians murdered indians

In the history of the human race
Of all the inspirations for the separation of man from his true tribal culture
Of all the inspirations for acts of violence from one man onto another,
From one nation onto another, from one oppressor onto the oppressed.
There is no more guilty party and inspiration than those books known
As the holy bible the Koran and the bhagavad gita to spread separation of mankind.

The bible is bullshit, the bible is bullshit
The bible is bullshit, the Koran is a lie, the bhagavad gita did not fall from the sky
These are the books that were written by men.
They've caused wars, now follow if you can,

They took away our love and gave us fear
Tried to make us hate the one who put us here
Then they took our sacred songs and made them wrong
Then they took away our prayers and gave us theirs

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You've just slipped into reality where guns crash
And drug raids is an everyday thing when the nuts hang
They don't even got a name fame dont mean nothin'
Only the cash flow it ain't black or white it's called rich or poor
Now you know me the R.O.C. my name never commited a crime
Try to walk the strait path intertwine while whatchin my homies go down
Slain in the city streets meetin they makers while my face frowns
Pull they gats out fast now my time has passed
At the funeral my aunt told me i could cry at last
I lashed out with tears huggin and kissin
Riddle me this riddle me that why im still livin
These years fo life advice to the youth
When they dont even see all the hurses that people be goin through
They say it aint about wrong or right or how could you fight
As long as the pistols in sight and the moneys tight
But all in all they think like that they dont fall
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