The Truth Only Can Be Seen Through The Eyes of Death

(You can asking self question)
(Do I feel lucky?)
(What do you punk?!)

Grew at the Nightside!
Suicide, creepin' out the Southside (south!)
Sippin' OT still on my sight (what?)
Drippin' my Sin that's all my Light (thats all my light!)
9 it's my time (time, time)
Climb on my sign (Death Depts)
Rhyme on my spine (back, back)
Crime all my prime (prime, time)
I'm back headin' North when the South feelin' hurt
I'm back sealin' Heart while the North broke my fort
Inject all my Wine, feelin' hoarse at my throat
'Cause my Hark is my Wine, 'cause my Health is my Rot
'Cause my Dark is my Shine, 'cause my Death is my Dot
Hoe

Southside player
Admit all the Death
Torch Bringer (Bringer!)
Cruisin' all the Gate
Life-Seeker (Seeker)
Burnin' all the Hate
Hope-Dealer (Hope-Dealer)
Born to be Full Hatred One (what?)
Counting and shooting bulls eye that's all mine (what?)
Grabbin' the shovel and bury your smile (what?)
Laughing and crying is taste of my wine of my mind
Aye (Ahhhh)
All these rappers standing front talking shit
All these bitches sucking dick talking shit
Behind your back, yes, behind my back
Shit!
Now who the fuck wanna get care bitch?
Now who the fuck wanna join this bitch?
Your Brand-boys succeed by my lead
Burn his throne fuck her mouth and I will let 'em bleed



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