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Eyes Set To Kill March Of The Dead

race Live the glory, kill the pain There's no surrender till the dust has settled here They mourn the living, regret our sinning The dead is in the march

race Live the glory, kill the pain There's no surrender till the dust has settled here They mourn the living, regret our sinning The dead is in the march

race Live the glory, kill the pain There's no surrender till the dust has settled here They mourn the living, regret our sinning The dead is in the march

's four dead Look behind your fuckin' back With the drill bit in your ass crack, extream pressure Teach you a lesson Fuck your confession of evil I march

side, niggas just 'bout it, rowdy Niggas better show me that them muthafuckas still gettin' rowdy I cut wit g's nigga, march playas, step wit me killas Come wit me, real soldiers keep yo' eyes

. They say that plastic bullets were designed not to kill, They do. I say that human beings were not designed to kill, not us, not me; We do. We regret

a couple of things, let me analyze to you. Now, Billy Flynn set a travel on March 5th. March 7th, you would be quit. On March 8th, you know what Mama

, See I be what John Wilkes Booth was to Lincoln, blam! Sirhan Sirhan, peepin through the curtains with my eyes on a Kennedy Dead prez, politic, know

(feat. Killa Hoe, Da Misses, Chopah, Lunasicc) [Killa Hoe] Yes, motherfuckers yet you have entered the psycho ward where the X-Raided lays his head,