when ever I walk the streets My feet leave red burnt marks on concrete Sick thoughts on my mind Get up GRAV man Yo! GRAV get up man Aiiyo GRAV.... ...
eyes to bleed / from seeing everyone sick / waiting for my skin to recede / it only takes one click / nightly I lay my head on my pillow in thought /
] No mo' mercy... [Flesh] Whom die they lie [Shot] Now, who wanna go snitch? Talk shit about real trues, still be payin' dues Saw them sneakin' And a nigga gettin' sick
torn by my rape The dead are not safe, the lifeless child corpse I will violate Pleasure from the dead, complete satisfaction I open the coffin Sick thoughts
: He would rise triumphant All done up On a plume of raven wings Trafficking with sycophants Sharing his cup Amidst other graver things Alchemists and
a straw Then discribe how it tasted like dessert to us all Got the gall to make chris piss in his draws Ticklin' him go to his grave, skip him and visit
ball of shit, if I could just put it all in all I spit, instead I always try to swallow it, instead of staring at this wall and shit, while I sit writers block sick
like best. Feverishly combing the buckets of waste, wrapping myself in the filth-ridden sheets. Raping the souls of the comatose to fulfill my needs. Photographing bedsores, cultured by my sick
hope to take Hey! I can't live in here for another day Darkness has kept the light concealed Grim as ever Hold on to faith as i dig another grave Meanwhile
: [Diamond/Diamond] Monday evening Evening, the sun is setting, silence is all you hear David, getting really sick he is sweating like a pig The fever
bucks be my shooting range target nigga i got good luck nigga bye bye good luck got your momma shook up lil bad ass nigga, who thought popeye wasn
gotta make that fear descend without it, you ain't shit and you ain't shit to me berating, a scathing grave idignity i see the look inside your eyes it makes me sick
ll meet again If ever that day never comes It would be too soon My love I've been waiting for the chance to nullify this sick romance Pull the cord to detonate So sick
future, not of twain, "Sicker!", quoth Cassandra. 'Or was he an eried being, 'Or was he weening - alack nay mo; Her naysay' raught his heart, Her daffing was the grave
more chance again to get it right I hear voices echo from the grave Whispering softly it's your judgement day Hey I won't rest in peace Until this world is sick
on ourselves, killing without a thought Vermin infecting pestilence How we have survived, I am wondering Time is running out, meet your grave Why must
all the times I commited sins Misery never ends Havin visions of the flames my soul will be burnin in I'll be turnin in my grave, Unable to find peace
I see is devils and gun smoke But they wanna be heaven sent Boom and that's how my trigga went Gotta fix that crack Mama gotta grave, nigga shit like
