Texty:
Murder By Death Ball Chain

locked in twain. You will remain my ball and chain. My ball and chain you will remain. You've always been my ball and chain. My ball and chain you

out the insubordinate Blow the court at the plan, can't change the coordinates On course threatened by force, passed the limit Mutilate the meak, terrorize the timid Murder

a paper at the newsstand Walk by me, scream out, "somebody help this man" Not even life insurance helpin your fam, I'm takin that I'm from Yonkers motherfucker, where the murderers at Murderous

that's priceless I cut the life force, now I'm on the right course I stifle, those that pop shit but carry rifle, triflin' Yet I'm wise, every murder

distant. Of these many Stand before it until death. To others, it is distorting, everything In it being warped and buckled by fear, yet perceived as

act up, he smokes ya and keeps firing and it's tiring Forget about recreation One wrong move and it's death you're facing White mothafuckaz got the ball and chain

[Verse 1] As they shackled and chained me for a murder case Out the hood on my way to CYA And from CYA to the Pembrooke If they find the murder weapon

' chain, dear god, See you on a long rattlin' chain" Johnny Hart he stood in his jail cell And a tear ran down his eye There'd been the death of many

us, fuckin with us (yeah, yeah, yeah) We ownin enough, them rollers is bust [Chorus x2: Akwylah] [Murder - repeated in background of chorus] Murder made