Texty:
Dr Death Blind

They stand in front of you, Weapons in their hands. Helmets of hate cover their heads, Too blind to see their fate They cannot see the abyss That twists

so my body's a temple Body instrumentals and body your squad in the body of a God Just think, just think, what if Malcolm X returned Or Dr. King returned

thoughts No extensions, all attempts are to fail Blinded by the light, it's time you learn Braille From the lunatic, I'm death like arsenic When I kick a wicked raps, Dr

about the future If I'll live or die Put your arms around me The kiss of death Lyin' here in ecstacy On a cold death bed Sweet sweet lovin' Sweet sweet

fuck it throw your wife in I'ma do 'em, do 'em 'til nothin left The way I'm murderin you now they probably avenge your death You blind bitch, I'm about

me catch you in Los Angeles without a pass Everybody in New York know that you a fag Come out the closet show the world how to use a pad Speakin death

Squire Trelawny and Dr. Livesay Having asked me, Jim Hawkins To tell everybody the whole tale about the 'Island' Flint's treasure and Mr. Silver. Keeping

all attempts are to fail Blinded by the light, it's time you learn braile From the lunatic, I'm death like arsenic When I kick a wicked raps, Dr. Dre

postcards Of the hanging They're painting The passports brown The beauty parlor Is filled with sailors The circus is in town Here comes The blind commissioner