White headed wisemen decipher your scars Trying to read between the layers Hold me tight, break my spine Put me back into Hell of your womb Let me suck
thing's tight, from my loot to my friends I ain't got time to tighten up loose ends I've been that route too many times If I ain't stabbed in the back
how long I'd really been there My peers have been held back for years, holding back the tears Everybody knows our name like we was the cast from "Cheers
Life has stabbed you in the back Retaliate In violent ecstasy Swift, vengeful hate Their blood shall stain your pores Microscopic ingestion of disease
the lies that leave those lips You've got them dropping like cancer, baby Colder than ever and that's why I'll say That even if I wanted you back and
ve learned that love is dead And people just get fucked instead And all the while making friends Just to fuck them in the end Everyone I touch infects me Cancer
your just like your dad..DAMN The look in her face told me i was a mistake. She wish she had never made goes from back in the day. It came from the
was type scared I said that's the side effect that you get When you trade bad dreams for some great nightmares When I close my eyes, I escape the poltergeist My escape from
left sound asleep I peep around the room then I make a sudden jest A feather from a black crow was beside my pillow Was it a sign from God to repute
know my probs. want me to go back An ex-con addicted to gangsta rhymes Last year I caught a bullet but it wasnt mine Time to go nigga on dead row , or
chain Who was given a pat on the back Who was breaking away from the pack Who was only a stranger at home Who was ground down in the end Who was found dead
't got to prove shit to y'all So all y'all can lick the balls and keep walkin' Come on, yo, the derelict's back, I'm blazin' niggaz While they up in
'm rather be dead black But that's about the millionth time I've said that I get a headache everytime I start to think I'm wonderin' why I'm not dead,
, can you believe it? But I'm still alive... and been floating since '95 With my chin held high but I'm so dead inside Let the problems just roll and put them back
some fuckin' pounds "My baby daddy shoot bricks, the nigga also shoot rounds" Cause if I shoot blanks, oops, thanks I'm right back in it dead yummy and
got to prove shit to yall so all yall can lick the balls and keep walkin COME ON [Verse 1 - Kuniva] Yo the derelict is back Im blazin niggas while
against Haiti When half your army in the bed with pains in their back And behind their head Witch doctors giving more Medicaid but ain't no aid But these ain't tha same from
got hit in the back Pussy, got rolled on round I mean rolled on round Niggas in wheel chairs, half dead as it is T-shirts wit' pictures representin' dead