Cold Existence - Mob Firing

Violent Streets

I hate this fucking world
Every day makes me sick
I never asked for this life
Born into a world of shit

I've had enough of your fucking mouth
Talk is cheap, get that ass beat
Shit is real in these streets
Trying to fucking get mine

I hate this fucking life
Nothing was ever handed to me
I had to fight every fucking day
Grow up fast in these streets

So I'm stomping on your motherfucking head
You bite the curb, you get what you deserve
Six feet down in the ground
You piece of shit, you're marked for death

I hate this fucking world
Every day makes me sick
I never asked for this life
Born into a world of shit

So I'm stomping on your motherfucking head
You bite the curb, you get what you deserve
Piece of shit, look me in the eye
Take your last breath, ain't nothing nice

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Writer(s): Anthony Lapioli
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