You gave your youth just so you could get us through That is what we have, you are why I am We both know what we have been through You gave your youth
Till these muthafuckas bury me 37-40 pull dat pistol packin gun slangin, bangin southside heat bringer, heat slanger Head banger, thought re-aranger The bitch strangler, a total stranger In your
society Praise the Lord and raise your sword Against this wicked society, society Praise the Lord and raise your sword Against this wicked society There was a legend
sex are complex regardless of your finesse Or fitness is the condition of business Your lame vision of a underground physical image You're underneath to undermine, your
complex regardless of your finesse and your fitness It's a condition of business Your lame vision of an underground physical image I'm underneath to undermine your
'll make sure that your dark clouds in your heaven Your end has only begun You can scream but there's no rescue, I promise I'll make sure that you're dead
Their legend lay in tatters From Perth to John O'Groats The Dead Sea navigators Should've been buried at birth And of course, I loved them dearly And
get my feet wet/i'm gonna be free Chorus: (sung by Pimp C) i wanna be free i wanna be free as the sky but when i'm buried make sho buried feelin live
more From the burgundy lighting above the Shores of Whores Before your visions of grandeur go to swell those sails, Remember dead men tell no T-T-T-Tales. Dead
runnin' for the hills Style steady truckin' like eighteen wheels Do got em' cluckin' like eighteen pills The hex flies off then all the blood spills [Snoop Dogg] The Legend
left brave roosters dead Hola my Teresa I'm thinkin of you now in San Antonio I have 27 dollars and the good luck of your good luck of your picture
lavish casket Call us savage bastards usin all means necessary It's only customary It's you we got to bury We'll dead your homo thug network Head shots make your
your finesse or your fitness, it's the condition of business Your lame vision of a underground, physical image You're underneath to undermine your whole
but no destiny Straight through the memories of woe into the fields of buried glee here the wilting dreams below source and ending of this story Fall down to your
No compassion from me Won't feel - Won't touch But I'll tell you this much Your love's to ordinary No time to care about this It's over - Dead and buried
one heard us call Try to bury the legend, it's time for the resurrection Tomorrow's forever, so look ahead There's more to life than playing dead Like
million more From the burgundy lining above the shores of whores Before your visions of grandeur go to swell those sails, Remember dead men tell no T-T-T-Tales. Dead
a lavish casket Call us savage bastards usin all means necessary It's only customary It's you we got to bury We'll dead your homo thug network Head shots make your
