There's a new kid on the block And he's taking my place Walking on my grave I can't stay staring down a .44 I can't stay dying on the killing floor
while I'm shittin' on opponents Life will keep existing while I'm shitin' on opponents Everyone wants to be a cowboy Grab your guns boy Forty-five by my
of the souls lost? How come the dead can't talk? Through horrified eyes I can picture the other side Though my heart shed tears outside I couldn't cry Watched my
someday, someday, someday Someday, someday, someday Someday, someday, someday He'll come to get me I wanna walk with you, follow in your footsteps Talk with you to find out where my
believe too easily! Oh my Jetsabel, look at this hell that I have made. If you want maybe drop by sometime Put some flowers on my grave so I'll look
believe so easily Oh my Jetsabel, look at this hell that I have made If you want maybe drop by sometime Put some flowers on my grave So that I will look
of language and measurable time And then we can trade places, play musical graves Till then walk away, walk away, walk away, walk away So I'm up at dawn, putting on my
From the shackles of language and measurable time And then we can trade places play musical graves Tell them walk away, walk away, walk away So I'm up at dawn putting on my
I see crackheads all night. But tonight the moon is red and shit ain't felling right. My first sight was a basehead trying to break into my car. In plain
I love my Faygo, my nyquil pills, Shaggy I love my buddies, my hatchet man, but I love my axe My axe is my buddy, I bring him when I walk Me and my axe
hope you don't find me I'd rather be dead Than to live in your jailhouse for the rest of my days Until a jury it hangs me for my wicked ways Chorus
't interfere 'Cause he's dead as the stiffs at my feet I raise my eyes to see the heavens And only the moon looks down The harvest moon shines down! (
t interfere 'Cause he's dead as the stiffs at my feet I raise my eyes to see the heavens And only the moon looks down The harvest moon shines down! [
my head I layed back and meditate to the words they said Skip town for a month and grew some dreads Had a friend tell my family I was dead Return at
Take my eyes the things I've seen in this world coming to an end My reflection fades, I'm weary of these earthly bones and skin You may pass through me
, what you thinkin about? -nigga, I'm out here reminiscin, lookin around, nigga -reminiscin on what? -bout how shit done changed, dawg -all these niggaz dead
the window as the moon strikes the ground. Wind blowin into the trees makin irriating sounds. Like the boys in the back of my head, but im immune. To the confined, but dragulous tune. Night grave
delaying, Dead bodies 6 feet in the ground decaying, When I come out with the serial numbers on my gun out, The tribal war paint on my face will make
