ترانه:
Six Feet Under Killed In Your Sleep

bound, crossin' my path I'ma drop this 12-guage shell down On the road to destruction, guage eruption Creepin' so I'm cautious Catch a nigga sleep, six feet

homocide Well you know I'm about to hoo-lah I never catch you sleeping And I'mma pop the clip Put it between your eyes when I should die Need six feet

roof like the flid Rod Hull We want people to sing all our songs And the nuns at St. Joseph's rappin' on smokin' bongs We wanna be remembered when we're six feet under

of the obsequies at 12 - With your teeth on edge at the faint sound of the swans charging at the trees that you built swings on and killed under and dreamt under With your

old traps, now you never learn from your mistakes So now you wear this ass whoopin' wit' pride, what side you on? It wasn't no I in team, only in your

going down, we figured But this was no ordinary nigga He stood about six or seven feet Now, that's the nigga I'd been seeing in my sleep So we triple

yo fuck it We start jumped it, get on top of the shit and peeled Mad soldiers out in the field, busting they steel The raw deal, kill or be killed, shit

shit-eater! [Kyle:] Donkey-raping shit-eater... [Ike:] donkey-rabing sheed-eatah! [Terrance:] You'd fuck your uncle! [Philip:] You'd fuck your uncle! [Terrance:] Shut your

I could smell your fear And watch you coming, you can't fuck with a nigga from bud I'll leave laying on your back, with your body wide open Choking on your