Texty:
Death By Stereo I Give My Life

by a nation, With sights set on your freedom elimination, I give my life to free will, I must think to be free, hold on to identity I have no other way, I give my life

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I've got no concept of life or death Placin' my hands on your neck All I want is your last breath Give me a motherfuckin' break, I should behave Give

wide as I fuck you in the mouth, block the lies from gouging my eyes out, Choke on my cum, enjoy your last breath, turning blue we celebrate your death

illustrations I got older and bought my own records By thirteen I had three crates collected, huh And that's my pride, no time for white rides Kept on the grind and I

pentition I be mad, I ain't, I'm supposed to stop I can't because I'm in the hood politican, Impala ?? And I keep a black .45 on the side of my prada

Homie I'm not So every chance I get to roll I'm comin the blok I'm in the pennitentary walls til they tell me to stop I witness murder by the minute on

illustrations I got older and bought my own records By thirteen I had three crates collected, huh And that's my pride, no time for white rides Kept on the grind and I

of life or death All I want is your last breath Give me a motherfuckin' break I should behave Give me a motherfuckin' shovel I'll dig graves! I break