(INTRO) The following program deals with controversial subjects, and due to it's explicit nature, parental guidence is strongly advised. The theorys,
K, hold it down, do it again... Like you or I would believe in God, They believe in that thing, Satan. And some officers don't believe it, It's just
You're better off dead You should kill yourself You should kill yourself You should kill yourself I hear voices in my head, tellin' me go ahead Something
Now this goes out to all the big butt sluts Makin mo' niggaz nut and gettin played like mutts Now say ho, I spent my last on a ho to let you know It dont
Too much perpin', it ain't workin' Say ya gettin' pussy but ya dick ya jerkin Niggaz be frontin', tellin' lies to these ho's That's how it goes, well
Where ya at? What's goin' on? Them bitches in Detroit, they got it goin' on Freak bone, to the biggie breaka dawn Big fat booty you gotta put me on
Free your mind and you ass will follow... The kingdom of heaven is the man Free your mind and your ass will follow... The kingdom of heaven is the
Yeah. let me get on of those big mother fuckers and shit in here. You know what I'm sayin'? I'm back in this bitch! Just like Ice-T, you mother fuckers
tape, 'cuz you're runnin' outta time It's just another embryo, attached to an umbilical You can let that baby grow but I'd kill it though Kkkill the fetus, kkkill the fetus
Fetus on the beat Red as it can be Rhythmically miscarried Flushed out into the sea Funded resurrections From the local town collections Sugary sweet
Valor they instill to face certain death in conflict Win the war through discipline Trained to follow orders Dilettantes of war, torn apart Send them
We exist to destroy, fuck you all Fuck you all This prophecy unfolding, We have no time to wait The world is dead and rotting, A lifeless tomb remains
Don't fucking turn away [unverified] I think we've got a problem here You gotta stay off my back, I can't take another day in this prison Locked inside
Turn your back and take a look At what the world is really like What is there for you and I? (Nothing short of suicide) Burn the candle at both ends
The cold, dark wind, Penetrates with pain Across frozen fields On the edge of the Ardennes Black panzer tanks Turn white snow red Across the forest floor
Born, a human life into this world Dead, the sad result from disease A century of sacrifice is lost in greed In a time of massive wealth, where not one
On The Altar Stands A Priest With Bloodstained Hands, He Curses Himself In Denial Of What He Has Done, But The Worst Has Yet To Come, Within The Book
Who does the earth belong to? The human termites spreading lies. The people have to make a decision, but they're too busy dying to try and realize.