Born Dead
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Body M/F Count
02 : 14
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Masters of Revenge
05 : 20
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Killin’ Floor
02 : 21
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Necessary Evil
03 : 59
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Drive By
01 : 26
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Last Breath
05 : 18
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Hey Joe
04 : 28
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Shallow Graves
04 : 12
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Surviving the Game
05 : 41
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Who Are You
03 : 48
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Street Lobotomy
02 : 24
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Born Dead
05 : 59
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Track Lyrics
Masters of Revenge Lyrics
[Intro]
1994 BC Rise
[Chorus]
Masters of revenge
Masters of payback
Inciters of chaos
Messengers of rage
All we wanna do to you
Is what you did to us
All we wanna take from you
Is what you stole from us
[Verse 1]
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You can't kill us
We're already dead
You can't kill us
We're already dead
You can't kill the truth
You're already dead
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]
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You took my past
I want your future
You took your future
You took my parents
We want your children
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
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There can never be justice
On stolen land
There's nowhere to run
You can't escape fate
[Chorus]
[Outro]
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Payback muthafuckas
Drive By Lyrics
[Verse (x2)]
You killed my fuckin' brotha (x4)
Payback muthafucka
1 - 8 - 7 nigga
Payback muthafucka
Watch me pull this fuckin' trigga
Revenge (x4)
[Outro]
Drive-by!
Hey Joe Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Hey Joe, where you goin' with that gun in your hand?
Hey Joe, where you goin' with that gun in your hand?
Goin' down to shoot my old lady
You know I caught her mess around with another man
Goin' down to shoot my old lady
You know I caught her mess around with another man
That ain't too cool
[Verse 2]
Hey Joe, heard you shot your woman down
Hey Joe, heard you shot your lady down
Yes I did, I shot her
You know, I caught that girl messin' 'round town
Yes I did, I shot her
You know, I caught that girl messin' 'round town
I took out my gun then I shot her
I shot her
[Verse 3]
Hey Joe, where you gonna run to now?
Hey Joe, where you gonna run to now?
Where you gonna go?
Goin' way down south
Way down the Mexico way
[Verse 4]
Goin' way down south
Way down where I can be free
Ain't no hangman gonna
Get a rope around me
Ain't no hangman gonna
Get a rope around me
[Outro]
Yo, I'm gone
Shallow Graves Lyrics
2 ContributorsShallow Graves LyricsYou give me for honor (graves)
Where your soldiers lay (graves)
They're so far away (graves)
The home of the brave (graves)
I won't die in your bullshit wars no more
I won't fight to my death for you
I won't watch my poor mama cry no more
Muthafuck your red, white and blue
Thousands of men go to war to fight
For politics which they don't understand
Murder people who they never met
When they make it home they're considered a vet
Fire drops from the sky as the young boys die
Far from home, all alone, it's a sin
All you get in return in a shit shallow grave
Cause in war there's no way you can win
You give me for honor (graves)
Where your soldiers lay (graves)
They're so far away (graves)
The home of the brave (graves)
I won't die in your bullshit wars no more
I won't fight to my death for you
I won't watch my poor mama cry no more
Muthafuck your red, white and blue
M.I.A., yeah right, you think they give a fuck
You're just pawns in the game off the board
Brainwashed to the point where you kill
At the drop of a dime but it's not called a crime
Vietnam, Persian gulf, did we win? Did we lose?
Thousands die, human beings you choose
Once in you're owned by the man
Uncle Sam is his name, you're his slave, shallow graves
You give me for honor (graves)
Where your soldiers lay (graves)
They're so far away (graves)
The home of the brave (graves)
I won't die in your bullshit wars no more
I won't fight to my death for you
I won't watch my poor mama cry no more
You can shove your red, white and blue
You give me for honor!
Who Are You Lyrics
2 ContributorsWho Are You LyricsYou say that I hang out all night, that's okay
'Cause you drink all muthafuckin' day
You come home hit mom, smack mom, beat mom
Raise another brew to your face with you
Swollen palm
Then you come in my room talkin' crazy shit
Sayin' I'm high, I'm on dope and I better quit
Muthafucka, if I was high you would die
Hit my mom once more and it's bye-bye
Chorus:
Who are you tryin' to judge me ?
Get the fuck out my face
Who put you so above me ?
Clear the fuck out my space
You say that I want sex all the time
That's all that seems to be on my muthafuckin' mind
Well that's right I want sex all the time
That's all that seems to be on my muthafuckin' mind
Well that's right I want sex every minute
Every hour of the day
Of the week, all the muthafuckin' time
But hold up who are you tryin' to talk shit
You'll hit your knees suckin' dick with a quickness
In the park, dark, car, grass, lickin' nuts
Suckin' butt
With your tongue up my fuckin' ass
Chorus
Get the fuck out my face
Yeah
Chorus
You need to stay the fuck out my face
Stay the fuck out my got damnned face