[from "Mass Destruction" Compilation] If I were you your gonna die tonight you did something wrong & you know it wasnt right money means much more
[Originally by Eurythmics] This song goes out to all the victims of american terroris, <a href="http://www.testimania.com/">Testi Canzoni</
no creepin' up outta the ziplock So sin, sip gin, and lil' mo heart run up, nut up And flipped in, than slipped the clip in Mistakin' the bloody victims
to disrespect, get the taste of a neck brace I got your ass on target You got beef? You better save it for the motherfucking meat market Rhymes choke
a whole 'nother realm Water victims, fire and oceans overwhelm To walk outside, the heat will surely cook your brains Try to run across the street your hair will burst in flames Victims
with her 'Cause she took me shoppin' and had me tryin' on cologne So I left her on the line with the tone Got up with this other bitch Brought no weed
her up and taped her mouth shut Couldn't scream, raped violently Rope tight, around her throat Her body twitches as she chokes Strangulation caused her death Just like all the others
from the streets) His hired guns and sheets of armor gives them shelter through the heat! The fodder... But there are other bullets, other walls, where
a rough demo for 'Complain'. One of the notable items in this song is the two different lead vocal track sounds - one normal (and full sounding), while the other
slide in my sandals but never will I slip Undercovers hit the set man yall funny Taking them crumbs and giving marked money Trying to convict em I aint fallin victim
re just another victim with a mic in your hand) [Slug and Beyond] When the smoke clears, you won't be able to choke tears When the smoke clears, when
than they offered. And when you die... the last living reminder of hell will be gone. Gone. -Something at the beginning from Omega Man or some other
guy That's yo' life [J-Hill] (FOUR, BY, FOUR) For all you niggaz think this rap shit's a joke You get smacked and choked, bring the dagger and
choking reaming, Skin folds and cracks caulk with flowing jism, I toil for a mutual climax, Aroused by inflicting others with sadism, Pleasure from pain, victimized
ain't got a lot of friends It goes on, on and on and on Hell raising Hollywood, welcome to Babylon B-b-bring it on, bring it on To each other, to each other
drums Pay no mind what other voices say They don't care about you, like I do, like I do Safe from pain and truth and choice and other poison devils,
now and loose your way In every fingered hole and brassy groan... You'll soon begin to choke on what you play (Michael) You're choking now exactly as
