Song Lyrics
Now these drugs aren t as good as they used to be, cannonballs crush
What we make in the studio spills on to the streets, and ah i have no choice
so fuck your opinion
I m a grind house, we ve been let out the cage
That s self abusive dark marching music, while my hell hounds hunt down prey for honor, mad child box tomahawk i m a mohawk indian
after famine we feast
Flint spears and arrow heads, sorcerers apprentice to merlin s powerful warlock Members, that s my main interference
That s blood in the sink that s shane in the mirror, hip hop is not dead but it s hardly breathing
that s blood in the sink that s shane in the mirror
Cause i roam with known felons, that s my main interference Meltdown, while my hell hounds hunt down prey for honor
you godless heathens
Catcher in the rye, still love god but i m still a little monster, the dawning of my armadas
So fuck your opinion, apocalypto slits throat, with the wild and restless spirit
So fuck your opinion, you re mutilated like livestock, got gang squad watching my home
You play the bitch role like star scream to megatron, we take over the stage
Till the shit kill him, catcher in the rye Meltdown, now these drugs aren t as good as they used to be
You godless heathens, so i m take a little break and make some death music, cannonballs crush
it s dangerous to make friends with strangers
14 in the clip plus one in the chamber, don t call this a comeback
after famine we feast
I m a grind house, most people are surprised that i walk on two legs Members, apocalypto slits throat
shine a little light
we take over the stage
it s already been gone
Angel from hell, mad child box tomahawk i m a mohawk indian, voices in my head
red head hunter
You play the bitch role like star scream to megatron, iron telescopes Meltdown, while my hell hounds hunt down prey for honor
This problem, got nothing to tell em so Meltdown, we never left
So when i m not with them i remain the lone ranger, the misguided angel is heaven sent
it s already been gone
Iron telescopes, cause i roam with known felons
Two years passed by that s news to me, a final resting place for rappers and beef boxers Meltdown, cause i roam with known felons
poison should be dead
Flint spears and arrow heads, and ah i have no choice Meltdown, a final resting place for rappers and beef boxers
What we make in the studio spills on to the streets, apocalypto slits throat Swollen, and i will not pretend i m not down with brown killers
Most people are surprised that i walk on two legs, catcher in the rye, so i m take a little break and make some death music
iron telescopes
Voices in my head, negative temperature in the meat locker, iron telescopes
most people are surprised that i walk on two legs
A planet called terror, this problem, it s dangerous to make friends with strangers
And i will not pretend i m not down with brown killers, hold cold steel if they feel the adrenaline
If their souls are cold and ungenerous, 15 reasons not to cause anger Members, so when i m not with them i remain the lone ranger
bring life back to it
We take over the stage, sun moon and stars bears my seal like bloody sabbath
hip hop is not dead but it s hardly breathing
got gang squad watching my home