He came dancing across the water With his galleons and guns Looking for the new world In that palace in the sun On the shore lay Montezuma With his coca
I'm gonna break your heart and get away with murder (Hey, hey, hey) You should've known from the start that it wouldn't last forever (Hey, hey, hey)
Premeditated Murder You can have Jesus They can have bombs In hindsight we speak out You praise all your wrongs Looking out windows And running through
Even if you didn't know your world's a pile of shit Listen to a riddle that'll tickle every bit of it Ha ha ha Ape shall not murder, ape wasn't so sure
K-k-killer K-k-killer You have got your stranglers and prowlers in soft shoes Furniture makers, and carpenters too Bombers and commandos, all with some
I wanna see the Constitution burn Wanna watch the White House overturn Wanna witness some blue blood bleed red I wanna tar and lynch the KKK I wanna
So you want to be free and live your life the way you want to be Will you give if we cry? Oh, Lord, will we live or will we die? Will we die? Jaded hearts
Her legs crossed like a lady short skirt, in the gym behind the velvet rope had a glass of wine something cheap that I picked up from the waiter moving
Who is this, trapped inside of me? An unfamiliar, violent breed Raping innocence, vestal mutilation Razor seduction, slicing devastation My body twists
his credentials Growin' up ain't easy in the Central [Chorus:] In the soul of the one holdin' the gun Of the Assassin, elimination, blastin', assassination
All I see is murder, murder, my mind state Makes it too late for cops in tryin' to stop the crime rate All I see is murder, murder, my mind state Murder
My baby works down at the boulevard cafe Just a fine young man with big dreams Trying to make his own way The owner is this man ole bitch who degrades
Bobby's got a gun that he keeps beneath his pillow Out on the street your chances are zero Take a look around you (come on now) It ain't too complicated
[Verse 1:] Am I changing right before your eyes? Becoming someone you don't recognize As if I was disguised, I'm on that shit as if I was the Fly I'm
(Chorus) 16x Fuck a bitch, mothafuck a bitch (Project Pat) Man its the mack pimp never simp play these bitches like a chimp-panzee pass the fine ass
The murder of a teenage life Fire from the cold steel The heat from the brights The temperature of flesh and the shortness of breath The murder of a teenage