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The Killing Tree Them S Fightin Words

Her mind raced till things got still Opened her eyes, realized she's next to her best friend who got killed She got chills, they told her: that's where

them lips And you lockin' up them hips, get the drillin' wit the tips and That's when the beast come out That's when the beast come out That's when the

shot me The same fools I done creeped on In his own sleep, sleep One them hoes survived Now they creeped on me Fool, we got your ass now So, what's

I stand still...stagnate. Can't kill...this lagged state Life...manipulates itself around me, but I'm dead still Upright...but dead still Word is still

trees they all were through, and if they saw some Injuns, why they would kill them too. West or bust, in God we trust, "Let's rape, let's kill, let's

' good to me Ya body's crisp and clean without the caffeine In my head it seems logical There's somethin' in your eyes it got me hypnotized Let me know if something's

Her mind raced till things got still Opened her eyes, realized she's next to her best friend who got killed She got chills, they told her that's where

bulbllegoose, riding down the interstate Where fiend put them needles in they arm and let them penetrate Leaning sideways with my fitted straight With 27's

the twin towers stood Forty blocks away forty stories high I could see it good But we been at war and under attack We got P.O.W.s fightin' to get back