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Hatchet Luv
You's a bitch. Trick ass, snitch mothafuca. Type bitch, sleepin' with the enemy, sucka. Don't let me catch ya slippin' in the darkness. We ain't friends, a nigga ain't forgot shit.
Hatchet Execution
I represent Southwest, Del-Ray Jefferson. Festival ridin', we deemed around the Mexican. Me and Violent J, we murder heroin addicts. With every different saws, screwdrivers, and automatics.
Grave Ain't No Place
A motherf**ker recognize a thug mashin' hard. Straight out the plot of my cemetery yard. Buried so long, nobody gave a shit. Blood and tears, embedded in my casket.
Given Half The Chance
Given half the chance. To do it all again. From start to the finish. And change how it ends. Question: what would you do, huh?. What would you do?. If given half the chance.
Further From The Truth
(Blaze). My styles are Grundy, gritty and crusted with mold. My body is a shell, inside is a tortured soul. Waiting to grab a hold, of everything you that know.
Foo-dang
Foo D-D-D-Dang. Better watch your step, on the streets we bang (On the streets we claim!). You need to be ashamed (Calling out your name!). You acting foo dang (You acting foo dang!).
Etched Out
..."What the fuck are you lookin' at!?". . (Chorus). Which one of ya'll wanna get etched out in chalk. Better watch how you talk when you talk the talk.
Escape Artist
(Hook). I try to feel the sunshine while standing in the rain. (In the rain). You try to hold me down with all your restrain. (Your restrain). I try to feel the sunshine while standing in the rain.
Dead Body Man
dead bodyz. dead homiez. all over the streetz. 55 or 65 of us at least. i hang wit the dead till the brake of dawn. an fantisize of dead bitchs when i'm hittin the bong.
Dayz Of My Neighborhood
(Blaze). G's up hoe's down. I don't give a fuck if you's a nation-wide baller or rapper from my town. You need to bow down, out of respect or fear. I ain't asking, I'm demanding, make sure the message is clear.
Climbing
(Blaze). "Look the history lessons over motherfuckas. You still to learn one thing tho. Man life is a ladder, keep climbing that motherfucker. Even if there's like 52 thousand rungs.
Children Of The Wasteland
help me!. in the casket, buried six feet deep. help me!!. in the casket, buried six feet deep. help me!!. in the casket, buried six feet deep. help me!!.
Casket
In the casket. HELL YEAH!. In the casket. In the casket. HELL YEAH!!. In the casket. In the casket. HELL YEAH!!. In the casket. In the casket. HELL YEAH!!.
Bump This Shhh
(Blaze). Everybody got a song that they want you to hear. Spittin' overload of emotion just to get in your ear. Before I listen, you already know what you like.
Back From The Dead
I remember it all.... Man there he go right there. What's up now muthafucka?. (Gunshots). Now you's dead muthafucka. Hey Blaze. Blaze wake up. It's time to wake up Blaze.
2 Many Bitches
(Chorus 2x). 2 many bitches wanna see this thug. When I be. Ridin' (Ridin'). Glidin' (Glidin'). Doin' a buck twenty-five on I-94. . (Blaze). Bitches call me daddy (Hey dad!).
We Love The Fire
We love the fire. We love the danger. We love to pit and we love to anger. The scum with the knifes. Who like to start bar fights. Go home to their mummy.
Superstar
Verse 1. Drink,. Wanna get paralytic. All that shit. I wanna forget it. Fun is for the weekend. Work is for the week. Throw me in at the deep end. By the end I'm gonna reek.
Stop, Look, Listen, Live
Verse 1. At least wait till I do something wrong. I mean I ain't drunk driving as I'm writing this song. But you jump on my back as if I'm doing something wrong.
My Favourite Scumpit
This town has no culture. This town has no class. This town has these whores all shaking their arse. This town has more pawn shops than people to steal from.
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