death factory, come in and make some more My money is spent on living, their money is spent on death My death is their living, their living is my death
on highway 9, Chrome wheeled, fuel injected,and steppin' out over the line h-Oh, Baby this town rips the bones from your back It's a death trap, it
to know if love is wild girl I want to know if love is real Beyond the Palace hemi-powered drones scream down the boulevard The girls comb their hair
? Or do you hide behind your walls? (Jumpsteady) Spiraling back into my past The nightmare upon my mind is cast Remembering a time so long ago When death
do you hide behind your walls? (Jumpsteady) Spiraling back into my past The nightmare upon my mind is cast Remembering a time so long ago When death
tribute to my attribute Weak lyricists in my cipher stay mute My wisdom is sword justice Chop off the head of those who can't be trusted I'm signin' off as I let my
nigga right here is my fuckin' friend, I heard Alot of shit right here, I think I'm 'bout to explain what a fuckin' Friend is, knowwhati'msayin'? a friend is
the c.d.s burning Fuck gold, I'm trying to sell a couple of mill If this ain't my year, then somebody is getting killed Excuse my anger, but I feel like
know if love is wild, girl I want to know if love is real Beyond the palace hemi-powered drones scream down the boulevard The girls comb their hair in
under my mattress My conscience is black and it's strange 'Cause I murdered a bitch and the devil just rushin' my time With this 9 in my hand, causin
under my mattress My conscience is black and it's strange Cause I murdered a (edit) bitch, and the Devil just rushin my time With this 9 in my hand causin
cages out on highway 9, Chrome wheeled, fuel injected and steppin' out over the line ohh Baby this town rips the bones from your back It's a death trap
inside i'm the rage that drives to kill, my thrill for death i can't deny i am agony, your fear and pain is my obsession i'm the prince of anarchy, you
Devious to those unknown, he walks below the land Alluring victims to their death perish to the sand Master of the blackened arts living his decree Thrives
The World And So Free Himself But He Was His Own Demise It Is Still The Daylight Comes But Nothing Moves Not Anyone Awake My Bent And Broken Ones And
don't have to bounce? Not an ounce of respect Left death to her parents tongue This switch ain't gonna be fun She's done, had enough Coping with this is
