one bit of your pain will be wasted Now death descends upon you Like a bloody white dove Bringing your retribution Your sudden death from above OUTRO
Sudden death, that's what you are Loving you is like riding in a speeding car They're fun to drive until you drive 'em to far Sudden death, that's what
If I die sudden Please don?t tell anyone There ain?t nobody that needs to know That I?m gone Just put me in a pine box Six feet underground Don?t be
I call my life a war with death now the war is through Time on earth is at an end death is overdue Cannot buy another hour or bargain for a day Life is
false belief It's over, it's over, I will always remember you name It's over, it's over, and without you it won't be the same This sudden death is
hang it high, 'til I die Could slit my throat, who would know? Could blow my head, 'til I'm dead Could hold my breath, for sudden death I'm waiting
bastard your blood warm on my blades Third intermission OT Hammered to the ice Defeat is in your eyes Out of blood and no more breath This is sudden death
Last night I swallowed liquor and a lighter And this morning I threw up fire But it's nothing new I've been piecing it together and it's got something
they go to gain just a little more control and when they took yours away i couldn't sleep at all i lay in bed for days i died a sudden death
daughter And sent native daughters to the slaughter The last six chapters of an anti-nigga knock Entitled, 'Life in the fast lane' Like death, in the
mind is one big death program Shoot and kill the foreign man This conflict you deal with the things you feel Like killing you fellow man or the death
, they go They go to gain just a little more control And when they took yours away I couldn?t sleep at all I lay in bed for days I died a sudden death
belief It's over, it's over, I will always remember you name It's over, it's over, and without you it won't be the same This sudden death is coming
The only grave you've been digging's your own Take responsibility for all your actions, or don't The choice is yours to make now Are you a man? Or a poor
Lose a little feeling in my fingers, gain an edge of panic in my face. Search for some sign to tell me just how long I've been here; Overturn the place
daughter And sent native daughters to the slaughter The last six chapters of an anti-nigga knock Entitled life in the fast lane Like death, in the
