Texty:
Scream Your Wars Killer

shoot ?em down Don?t want no part of your wars Don?t want to hear that silent sound Dead bodies on the ground Don?t want no part of your wars Your ads

Lou Diamonds, Tony Starks) Raid your whole empire no doubt Rich man, poor man, read the headlines Niggas getting murdered for spot and bigger dimes Jobs and drug wars

Dancin' on the dance floor Girl, it's you that I adore Step on stage and scream for more All I see, Pussy Galore Snap my fingers, make you mine If not

You've been the master, kill with a laughter Your screams of peace are wrong and loud 'Cause so we are and here we are We scream and shout Your laughing

screams as she bleeds upon the rocks sickened by my self-flagellation but i don't know how to stop where is your love, my loving god? - breakdown i

full of glittering, generality Fighting for freedom and fighting terror, but what's reality? Martial law is coming soon to the hood, to kill you While you hanging your flag out your

's oh so surreal Apathy is so hip, everyone's doing it In your sterile life, in your sterile life Apathy is so hip, everyone's doing it In your sterile life, in your

the Pastor, I'm still that nigga Praising the Lord for blessing me with nica triggas, and laser beams And my team, my original team, killers and bandates Try your

get your fill Your time is running out You're getting carried away because no one cares about your fame I see the dagger in your name Deny your roots