shoving lip glass in your little faces Like that! "Do you like that?" "If you had hands attached to your arms would you fight back?" I hijacked your
fade - not me Crushed by the truth You're so fucking weak And you're so fucking fake And now the truth it crushes down And slaps you in the face
more to this than just paying the rent if you're riding on this song you need to ride it to the end [Chorus] what could you say as the Earth gets further
YOU KNOW IT`S COMING BACK SANCTUARY IS BEING SOUGHT WHISPERED PRAYERS A LAST RESORT HOMING IN IT`S CRY DISTORT TERROR STRUCK THEY KNOW TEY`RE CAUGHT
time In Ireland they'll put you away in the Maze In England they'll keep you for seven long days God help you if ever you're caught on these shores The
Bandera And then we're caught up in the web of the Guerra We're all fightin' and fightin' and lose lives At the end everyone dies We're all cursed like
in this biznotch If you're not knowin', ya know We gon' kick it in your colon hole like this though 1-8-7.4 in your asshole like this If you're not knowin
fuck around Buck a couple of rounds and if you're passing Through then hit the ground And don't get caught up in the crossfire nigga Artillery thick and you
you inside of a coma hyphen dot dot semi-colon leave you semi swollen question mark you pregnant Oh you not? I love you period To sum it up, language
surrounding, nowhere to hide But they're looking for those Who can't see the light, again, & again & again You better not ever, Get caught dead lying
in their drawers 'Cause I'm the scarer, a one man terror So never compare a sucka with me 'cause I run 'em like mascara So no need to tell you my title 'cause you
Up in the air, why you still waitin for encores I can't explain it but whether or not you're makin it hard for me to relate it You'll just get caught
how we movin' Raw rapid fire flows while the music keeps you niggaz groovin' I don't know who the fuck you really think you foolin' You're so far from
to our kingdom? It's a tragedy No... Won't you join us In the mass destruction And the wildlife reduction... Futuristic futurama We're caught up In this
blood Runnin' cold. You can't hide if you're chosen the Victim, You won't be sacrificed Can't escape from the screams and The anger, You can tell by
Crack you like a twig You're like a faggot rockin' the wig I'm the adopted kid who knocks you stepchild Your real mom's a pig Thats how I classify
They don't like the way we play We're a rough rootin' tootin' shootin' trio But you ought to see my sister Cleo She's a terror make no error But there
I welcomed you with open arms To share my pride and glory You said you searched for a better life At least that was your story You caught me off guard