Texty: Choking Victim. Squatta's Paradise (EP). Death Song.

Every day it comes my way in different shapes & forms greed, hate & jealousy the faces
the faces it adorns and though i walk the valley in the shadow of my deeds consider this it's never there<a href="http://www.testimania.com/">Testi Canzoni</a>
the ends to meet the needs i give you money
you give me death you think it's funny
i gasp for breath tompkins square is every where it's written on the walls they'll suffocate yer real estate and grab you by yer balls my life is such a living hell, a squatted rotted empty shell no mistakes to learn watch a cop for us today
an opiate a new decay yer fucking breathing stops this dying day
the bigtime it killed crusty dave were all alone we miss his heat
and now i feel so incomplete the death he tasted was so sweet
from womb to tomb the rotting meet
meat