With your steroids and your feedbag And your stable and your trainer I got a mail bomb for you Mr. Strong Arm Throw out the stones from all the cemetery
total satisfaction Call out for global suicide Mankind's only saviour from life Humanity wondering what went wrong Dying whilst the war-machine rolls
a suicide machine She danced all night to the storm in her mind She waits in the gutter Someone she'll never find Just a sill and a scheme It's a suicide machine
chest density. It leaves much room for error, and the rest left to destiny. The West Memphis 3 lost paradise (www.wm3.org), It's death penalty vs. suicidal tendencies. All
us) is a straight suicide [Verse 3: Method Man] 10 9 8 7 6 5 4 3 2 Murder 1 lyric at your door, Tical bring it to that ass-raw, Breakin all the rules
no escape, cerebral rape, you are my destiny You turn me on, you turn me off like I'm a fucking machine You tuck me in, you throw me out, now all my
drink you Out of my head (Try try try try try try try try) And I'll lay awake awhile 'Til I'm high enough I can forget all about you (All about) Until
', the gun blow It be goin' down, diggy diggy down diggy down down While the planets and the stars and the moons collapse When I raise my trigga finga all y'all
Well, she tossed all night like a raging sea Woke up and climbed from the suicide machine With her Spanish candles and her Persian poems Struck on the
else Oh, things are working out pretty good for me 'Cause I'm the greatest suicide machine Yeah, I'm the greatest suicide machine I'm the greatest suicide machine I'm the greatest suicide
fast, fast jungle king of the road fast, fast jungle got a suicide machine big bad jungle flying down high down the sewer streets sailing down the river
Fast, fast jungle king of the road fast, fast jungle got a suicide machine big bad jungle flying down high down the sewer streets sailing down the river
down, diggy diggy down diggy down down [Verse Two: Redman] While the planets and the stars and the moons collapse When I raise my trigga finga all
outer space Outside it's zero atmosphere The only way to get out of here [Marshal: Damian Storyteller:] He had to choose between his part in this machine
the change as a river that flows Know the way, know the way, know the way The antique people are fading out slowly Like newspapers flaming in mind suicide
V town affiliates Just watch us rip shit The ganster or the pimp shit No simp shit Bitch I must I mean Out the ricks Wit kicks And gun machines You know