for the mountain big gun death count they got you all surronded now! Fuck ya www six six six dot net Fuck ya Fuck ya Fuck ya ?? Splash Rape the body
run away, Livin' day to day, Doin' whatcha gotta do, And what makes you happy too, * Fallin' prey to drugs, Sportin' body bugs, Rock the 40oz. It's the change that counts
wall saucy Sal is still smiling as the nightmare is caught in his pain, Her body still perfect and tempting is blistered with blood of his tears, His body
And as the spirits seem To whistle on the wind A shot is fired somewhere Another war begins And all because of it You?d think that we would learn But still the body count
The only thing that counts is what you do. Think twice before you leave, This is real, not make believe, The answer lies with you. So go with her, if your body
nurse thinks SWEETLY, Turning on the machines that NEATLY PUMP AIR. The body lies bare. Shaved and hairless, what once was SCREAMING, Now lies silent
The party's going on You cry when they gone Cause invitations are lying When music is dying (quietly) You're counting the years You're counting rhe days
once again/(ch) VIETNAM IS BACK '94 They're fighting another war at our cost/they're fighting anothewr war at our cost/bodies fill the bloody streets/bodies
thinking of Need to hold someone till the dark has gone And it's your good loving that I'm counting on Tonight , won't you take my body higher , honey
, tear down tabernacles Any problem in sight Jamar tackles Bones crackles as I start to break the body of the snake that's fake Unto my people, lies
your body when the sunlight dies Everybody hide your body from the scarecrow Everybody hide Move your body when the sunlight dies Everybody hide your body
should demonstrate You were last seen gettin' head from a drag queen Come clean, nigga, what with an eighteen The supreme dream team, cash rule and cream While your body lies
about you, like I do. Count the bodies like sheep Count the bodies like sheep Counting bodies like sheep To the rhythm of the war drums Count the bodies
I don't know I don't know Chain, chain, chain, chain Chain, chain, chain, chain A cut-price empire, clean-cut lines A perfect body and a dirty mind
worms That come for their piece of meat? I give them dead things.. The wretched living are mine alone Fright mounts with the body count To which anthropomancy
Fame Nigga So We Decided That We Gon Make `em Some Stars Until The Drama Dies But They Can Go Back To They Holes Where They Mama Lies Or Write More Lies
My Mo-sci-no hoe, my Ver-sa-ce hottie Come to find out, you was fuckin everybody You knew about me, the fake ID Cases in Virginia, body in D.C. Woe, oh
None better (Bronx niggaz, uhh) Life of a hustler (ha-hah, what'chu know about that?) Yo, yo, yo Yo the mind of a hustler be trained to count money and lies