Besedila:
A Lie Of Death

, better get your paper Paper, paper, paper, paper, paper Time after time, everywhere I look Everywhere I turn, niggas talkin' 'bout death Like a nigga can?t dream of nuthin' else But a

in deep thought I wanna see is heavens a place like we thought And Christian science seems to think it's just a mindstate But before I put my trust in a

a lot For the rooftop snypaz snap a lot Puttin down with rap-a-lot You'll die, can't fuck with us So when you say it, you'll a lie You'll try and get

the same I ain't changed a bit, I speak words of pain From a frozen heart, lost what's left to lose I'm alone and what I promise is death to you And

wonder why Dmg: Open my hands like a book Years and years me and my notebook I take a close look Peep it dread see myself failing A felon on the verge

fuck with rappers, they lie too bad Pussy fat, I told her it look like she wearin' a pad She ain't a ten or a dime, she a ten and a half A goonette is

startin' to speak Said you wanna fuck wit all 3 if that's okay I'm like cool once I hit it it was that anyway A couple years gone past, still havin' a ball A

an alternative to equate me Which is true I'm in a box with a view would you still wanna date me? I could be a pretty good thug but it wouldn't compare to a

The desert right here is a reflection of my life Just as brutal as I am the sun me and the desert we are one I am a murderer Only the dead souls know