Creating a life only to destroy Which is the best to be dead or alive? Saved from a life of the unemployed Where crime is the only way to survive Born
Put your life into their hands Die for someone else Now you're in the real world Where pain and death are felt The first blood shed does not seem real
Massacred, hacked to death, my revenge Slicing deep into your flesh, the pain intense Dreams of hate, misery fill my mind Puke in your face in disgust
hope Pull the plug Let me pass away Pull the plug Don't want to live this way Once I had full control of my life I now behold a machine decides my fate
you have seen People come to pay respect Taking pictures of the dead That is what life comes to be Once they lived, now they're deceased Death is oh
that too much to ask? Suicide machine How easy it is to deny the pain Of someone else's suffering Robbed of natural abilities In death they now seek
Labelled a creation of evil Ridiculed for their shocking appearance Sharing both please and pain Two minds, two hearts, one soul Separating mentally An
command a new-born child Submerged in blood, the dead they smile Growing possessed, burning inside A bloody feast for us tonight The way of death Is
Revengeful corpse out to kill Smell the stench, your guts will spill Vomit for a mind, maggots for a cock With his axe the corpse will chop Stare into
turn to die Preach the good word Speak no more, perpare to burn A justified torture? From this may others learn The life you took a holy death, a grave
I play the whole map Got hoes locked like a muthafuckin bear trap Ice muthafuckin T Before hoes gee they need two forms of I.D. Never fess, not the best
stand Is there anything you wish to say on this matter Before sentencing Bizzy Bone? No man You know the muthafucka did it Well the court sentences you to death
We the best in the game, that ain't a real debate And they never had AK's peelin' face 'Cuz it's written in the starts for us to seal your fate Time
can When's it your turn? I can barely hold my tongue Let alone hold my breath I ain't gonna stick around To watch you die a new death Cause I swore
as I'm on pills, and I got plenty of pot I'll be in a canoe paddlin, makin fun of your yacht But I would like an award For the best rapper to get one
this is war It doesn't matter whose right It's whose left I have simple tastes I'm only satisfied with the best And Oscar said it best Nothing succeeds
more For they know that his death will take him from his hearts core... July the 8th, the date echoes through the gates He will soon embrace his fate -
I got stress on my brain that causes chest pains Inside the best frames, ghetto blood clots is scored by slug shots And drug spots, well, if you're too
