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Genre
Charts
Peak #798
Peak in subgenre #125
Author
FATAL NYGHTMARE
Rights
2006 G Style Entertainment
Uploaded
June 24, 2006
Track Files
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MP3 3.2 MB • 128 kbps • 3:28
Lyrics
Verse One:
I've had it.. you bout to feel the pain-in-my-heart/
The way-I-feel, stayin-still when I lay-in-the-dark/
& thinkin bout how a dude could ever rape-a-girl/
& tryna figure out ways how to change-the-world/
It's bout to make-me-hurl.. the path these residents-took/
They sendin kids out to die.. like President-Bush/
Now take ya head-out-the-book, and look scene-in-the-street/
& try to comprehend our words & what we mean-when-we-speak/
Cuz nobody wanna hear what we got-to-say/
We hoodlums, no good-comes till we locked-away/
That's the perception-of-us, with the weapons-we-bust/
& we a waste of earth's space so our death-is-a-must/
Fuck, nobody wanna see us enjoyin-prosperity/
They wanna see us livin off unemployment-and-charity/
Then they wonder why we gotta struggle-to-live/
I'm only a few months away from livin under-a-bridge/
Hook (x2):
FUCK THE WORLD, sometimes it aint-worth-livin/
When the direction of life's always aimed-toward-prison/
I feel like grippin a gat when I fall outta bed/
My life's a living hell.. I wish I was already dead/
Verse Two:
It's a war in the streets, and it just-won't-stop/
You bound to die, you won't survive unless you clutch-yo-glock/
Man I'm sick-of-the-world and all these bitches-&-girls/
I'll throw my middle finger up, now you can sit-&-then-twirl/
Cuz I just can't imagine that something-is-worse/
I hear encoraging speaches but they nothing-but-words/
I'm feeling stuck-in-the-worst place I could possibly-be/
I pack a 45 chrome, feeling naughty-with-heat/
Let bodies rot-in-the-street, evil-got-the-best-of-me/
Desert Eagle's-got-the-recipe, to make these people-to-rest-in-peace/
This shit is too much, I can't take-it-no-more/
I'm livin in debt, lookin for some paper-to-score/
Got no patience-no-more, this place has made-me-a-wreck/
I'm lookin for a way out, but maybe-it's-death/
But I aint talkin suicide, I aint the first-one-to-fall/
I'm talkin bout everybody else.. I'll murder-em-all/
(HOOK)
Verse Three:
I'm sick of being known as the scum-of-the-earth/
And as a menace that these people want stuck-in-the-dirt/
I'll go bezerk, open fire on these people-who-hate/
You can't even comprehend how much evil-it-takes/
I want these people-erased, get the fuck-off-the-planet/
You done pissed me off, now I must-cock-the-gadgets/
And rid myself of enemies, then-I'll-be livin-serene/
& you won't have to worry bout me rippin-yur-spleen/
I'm off a fifth-of-the-Beam, I'm in a drunken-state/
With a knife tucked-away, I'll carve you like a pumpkin's-face/
It's nothin-mayne.. You know I'll just do-what-I-gotta-do/
You gettin bruised when I pull the tools-out-&-I'll-slaughter-you/
And since evil shows itself, I'm not-in-disguise/
I'll do whatever I think up, whatever pops-in-my-mind/
Crucify ya chest and beam ya pupil.. it's a rotten-surprise/
But it's just my way of crossin your T's and dottin-your-eyes/
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