Besedila:
Punish Them Punish Them

Why do you believe one man can police the world? Should I be forced to believe what you say? Your theoretic views really make me ill; Introducing you

I crave for even the faintest touch of inspiration. Tho, it?s rivers have seemingly dried. The past few weeks have gone by like nameless citizens, in

He races pidgeons.. not to feed his family, but to fuel his fire, and fall face first! A big blunt, battering his very skin. Laughing at the imposter

A child?s mind is easily inspired, violence fuels the fire. Father drinks, chaotic scenes, are what they see, and they act out violently. Absorbing

Why do you believe one man can police the world? Should I be forced to believe what you say? Your theoretic views really make me ill; Introducing you

I get hot so try me boy, you best not. Just part of my ?spottem?, ask whats happenin' theres a problem? They say I can't have no pistols but them blades

real love Together getting high to get to mess up their night Anything to get up so they're losing their mind Just to get high, breking out from this life, gotta get them

black man ride Making white man money Supplying all the fiends yeah I guess you say I'm living out the black mans dream [repeated] [Rick Ross] Punish

and slug it out Or be like punks and punk it out Pull your strap on me nigga and you better kill be thug life baby I'll probably be punished for hard