Texty:
Torture Squad Black Sun

with the golden guns, get you numb when it reach out and teach someone, blaze they buns Now I'm guilty by association Times of blackness eclipsin the sun

you remember when it was all bleak and black When the old man move forwards and he never look back But no one has a job no it's crime and torture Cocaine

drunk's my motto See ya tomorrow through the forty bottle [Virt] Throttle and choke ya whole squad like a engine [REKS] Spittin like Pippen that blaze written, inflictin torture

the golden guns, get you none when it reach out and teach someone, blaze they buns Now I'm guilty by association Times of blackness eclipsin the sun,

drunk's my motto See ya tomorrow through the forty bottle [Virt] Throttle and choke ya whole squad like a engine [REKS] Spittin like Pippen that blaze written, inflictin torture

the golden guns, get you none when it reach out and teach someone, blaze they buns Now I'm guilty by association Times of blackness eclipsin the sun,