I'm sick of all the bullshit It ain't my fault, it's all my fault, who's fault is it ? It doesn't matter, can you understand I live the life of a madman
bloody inside the bloody sauce So tell me what's next, God knows my name I feel no pain, so is there life after death? "Natas, life after death"
to take, Leavin' 'em dead is the choice I choose to make. Natas are my helpers in homicide, Come ride the death chamber but your life is the cost of
