They killed my baby, oh, God, they killed my baby (Order in the court, order in the court) I will make you pay for this you murderers (Order in the court
That's more triggers meaning more killers You muthafuckas better mob up You can't even mess with a mobsta, nigga, is you sick in the head I torture that
money y'all, and fuck every one of y'all, cuz which one of y'all wanna brawl? and ova ball ii got that pistol under every one of my garments, torment, torture
. The pins and needles prick the skin of little dolls. Tortured and flaming you give birth to hell Living a nightmare. It's a pity you'll pray for your death
rage, actions of desperation A struggle of inner-killing, a sign of the times Self-destruction, a terminal mind Strangled in death, little Miss Beauty
luck of the Irish You'd be sorry and wish you were dead You should have the luck of the Irish And you'd wish you was English instead A thousand years of torture
luck of the Irish You'd be sorry and wish you were dead You should have the luck of the Irish And you'd wish you was English instead I thousand years of torture
another trolley Another tray of corpses, unlabeled and unmentioned But it's no good asking why, why because they never fucking listen So, liberate Animal testing to detect thalidomide Torturing and killing
your face when you see us ridin' through Killin' 'em all till everyone fall You get out of my way or you're subject to get killed without the clues
off your face when you see us ridin through Killin 'em all (till everyone fall) You get out of my way or you're subject to get killed without the clues
I'll put yo fucking man, in a wheelchair He'll never walk again, on the strength of me Dats how I left him G, scared to death of me Cannot run, hit wit
Evil incarnated Wants all to be humiliated To be nude and bare And those victims are trapped in A cage where they find themselves Tortured to death They
eye of the needle, the loss of the thread Triumphant victor, glorious dead The cause becomes duty, duty's the blow Which kills the picture, death of
kids Your boys and girls Your daughters and sons, it's them we'll kill Killed whether or not You start to talk Bonus body killed to rot PENDULUM SWINGS
he had two heads He says I?m a man here dying a cruel death I'm cut off from the world, man it was so sad He was suffering, he was ailing Tortured by
Death bed Christian of this you avowed If God's alive, you're roastin' now Well John, we got no regrets As long as you died a long and painful death
Burnt church of Jesus, the death of a nun The church has preached resistance For what the poor hold dear Stronger than the army We sent to instill fear A US torturer
Creating an air of paranoia Where brothers fear each other And kill without question Shooting in all directions Trampling each other, cudgeling deaths