Texty:
Death Threat No Farewell

in common anyway A phase for some but this is my saving grace If you don't like it get the fuck out of our place And there will be no farewell I hope

Farewell to Ed For Ed is dead The careless boy Laid to rest A velvet floor To place his head An empty bag A wooden chest Still beautiful in death The

spoils of war. The hero, the lads, men pulled together for war. Set out to fight for the Great British flag that was waved by their thousands ashore. Waving farewell

Well death, I think its hypnosis You in a coffin full of dead roses Now wasnt that thought full of me Well it should be Your death realy could be me Come

it be known you always had my loyalty I give my back to all whack niggaz that sass And at last, give that nigga Cat some gas ... it's my will [Verse Three

aimlessly each and every night Farewell to everyone I am the last alive The years will threat me well and I will never die Farewell to light of day at