Texty:
Fall On Your Sword

(Intro) One, two, Bone is coming for you Three, four, better lock the doors Five, six, better load your clips Seven, eight, we're gonna test your fate

Running from the park Sleeping out in the rain From falling down the drain Feeling drained from the maimed Mutilated, diseased, disastered, deficient

is to live lavish, rip mad kids Jin stand out like Swiss ad libs Compared to me, your shit's average, no matter how you come Should've been spit on volume one, tell your

the storm The flaming arrows hitting your body, keeping you warm With the uniform of my sworn enemies You raped and pillaged my city and spread disease Feel the sword

it on the table, forget stable Freak niggaz, comin' to slay to the label You got nothin' to lose, come on choose Stay away from niggaz that bring down your

lyin' in a pool of sweat, victim of the heat wave Behind the tent, the hired hand tightens his legs on the sword swallower's blade Circus town's on

strange and great, (rearrange your taste) ([both:] from almost nothing, To almost something) From noone listening, (to everybody jumpin) ([both:] kings on the mic, we got kings on production, fuck fallin

, yes yes y'all (Fake roller derbies) Yeah, Masked Avengers We're here to sharpen your sword" All praises due to T.M.F.,Wu-Tang Clan Scream on it, ghost

so In my platoon niggas like you are good for peelin potatoes With your manicured hands and gay flows I murder your first born after it's only a day old