The Touch Of Death Blaze Ya Dead Homie

(Chorus) The touch of death is coming, there's nowhere to escape Your life is slowly fading into your hollow grave You can not be saved You can not be saved (Blaze) There was once a man that couldn't die

Stick Ya Hands Up Blaze Ya Dead Homie

(Chorus) Life in the city, is out of control (Stick ya hands up, Stick ya hands up) Life in the city, is out of control (Stick ya hands up, Stick ya hands up) (Blaze) I catch'em while they sleeping, always

Roll It Up Blaze Ya Dead Homie

(Blaze) I'm in the car, to the door, in the bar, to the dance floor Lookin' for the ladies, with the wiggle real low I see you movin' like a snake, rhythm huggin' your curves Shakin, like ain't nobody

Mr. Dead Folx Blaze Ya Dead Homie

Dead Folx, Colton Grundy Ya Dead Homie Don't be acting like you don't see me Believe me man you don't know me (Blaze) I was the first to put it down Reppin' with Twiztid and the clowns kicking the gangsta

Etched Out Blaze Ya Dead Homie

(Chorus) Which one of ya'll wanna get etched out in chalk Better watch how you talk when you talk the talk Better watch how you grip when representing your shit You ain't seeing none of my clique That's

If I Fall Blaze Ya Dead Homie

Ever since back when I was alive I always thought to myself what it would be like to die Today I'm more dead than a doornail Whether I succeed or fail, only time will tell And if I ever fall short of the

Further From Truth Blaze Ya Dead Homie

(Blaze) My styles are Grundy, gritty and crusted with mold My body is a shell, inside is a tortured soul Waiting to grab a hold, of everything you that know And casually throw it all right out the window

Out Tha Gate Blaze Ya Dead Homie

(Blaze) Allow me to introduce myself I'm Colton Grundy, in effect bitch No need to excuse yourself A little strange, and yeah, I'm kind of a horrible sight But I milk your bitches titties, like a milk

Hey You Blaze Ya Dead Homie

Let's go someplace, so I can lace you up I need a thug bitch, about as raw as they come Hold me down, hold my dick, cover my shit, it's on (Blaze) Hey love, do them titties got a name This is dead body

Casket Blaze Ya Dead Homie

the month and year Broke mothafuckas scrounging for squares and beers Pigs scatter on the street when the dead man arise Real muthafuckin' killas never gon' die In the casket HELL YEAH!

Shotgun Blaze Ya Dead Homie

(Chorus) Err'ybody get your Shotgun, shotgun double barreled sawed off Stay strapped homie this shit is about to pop off Me I be a G from way back in the day With that I don't give a fuck about your set

Climbing Blaze Ya Dead Homie

(Blaze) "Look the history lessons over motherfuckas You still to learn one thing tho Man life is a ladder, keep climbing that motherfucker Even if there's like 52 thousand rungs Man don't ever hesitate

Bump This Shhh Blaze Ya Dead Homie

(Blaze) Everybody got a song that they want you to hear Spittin' overload of emotion just to get in your ear Before I listen, you already know what you like You don't be falling for the flavor of the mainstream

Juggalo Anthem Blaze Ya Dead Homie

Insane Clown Posse (Violent J) Killas kick the anthem like this Juggalos up in this bitch, up in this bitch Killas kick the anthem like this Juggalos up in this biiiitch, blaze (Blaze Ya Dead Homie) G's

Swarm Dark Lotus

(God Is Here) AHHHHH (God Is Here) Necronomicon is coming (God Is Here) EWWWWIEWWWDUDU (God Is Here) AHHHHHAUGH [Blaze Ya Dead Homie:] Mass Murdera (Yeah) Strangla (Yeah) Wig Splitta (Whut)

With the Lotus Dark Lotus

write a Lotus on my chest made of red scars [Monoxide Child] With my Lotus We steal a sun and hide it in our pockets And leave your bleedin' world hidden in total darkness [Blaze Ya Dead Homie] With

Angels Of Death Hawkwind

We're angels of life, we're angels of death We're born to blaze a nuclear way through space A way out of the waste that held the human race We're angels of life, we're angels of death We are the dead who

Blaze Monoxide

Smoke something, let the edge be gone, And rewind the song, and homie, pass the bong Blaze Can you roll it up When the beats stop, roll it up Since back in the days I be blazin' up I wanna hear you say

life or death c murder

[C Murder] Life is full of debt And life is full of cnflict I'm just tired of seein' all my homies out here dyin' quick Society today is all twisted Gave my homie 20 years for shop lifttin' Now that's

John Blaze Fat Joe

dreams, like Freddie do, no kidding you Even if I stuttered I would still sh-sh-sh-shit on you Soon as I chitter chatter you shitter shatter, I'm the kid out of Bronx, that'll stomp you to death like

Life Goes On Poison

How many brothas fell victim to tha streetz Rest in peace young nigga, there's a Heaven for a 'G' be a lie, If I told ya that I never thought of death my niggas, we tha last ones left but life goes

Life Goes On 2Pac

How many brothas fell victim to tha streetz Rest in peace young nigga, there's a Heaven for a 'G' be a lie, If I told ya that I never thought of death my niggas, we tha last ones left but life goes

Dance Of Death Iron Maiden

To the dance of the dead In to the circle of fire I followed them. In to the middle I was led. As if time had stopped still I was numb with fear, but still I wanted to go.

While You're Sleeping ABK

lay your head down to rest It's like creatures of the night leavin nothing but bad news And things about the future that might make you confused [Verse 2] I remember way back in the day At the age of 13

Dead Heat Diana Vickers

If I had to choose between oxygen and you It'd be a dead heath Is there something in your kiss For me like electricity It hits me Without you I'm a just the bonds Of who I want to be And to lose you Would

Touch Like Angel Of Death Children Of Bodom

Touch Like Angel Of Death a glance to my eyes, deep within reveals this worn-out warrior's mind i'm killing you by suffering discomposure of a deepest kind in the night i crave to feel your

EVIL DEAD Death

Trapped inside a life which is not yours Spirits within causing terror, fear and darkness Evil dead Evil dead Voice speaks out, all will die tonight Insanity fills your mind, you hear them calling

Why My Homie? Silkk The Shocker

Why My Homie? Album: The Shocker [Master P] Damn.

A Little Death The Neighbourhood

Vacancy was lit, the guests were checking in The concierge was cold, The water pipes had mold all over them The room was fit for two, The bed was left in ruins The neighbor was knocking, yeah But no one

Something Dark Lotus

Cause the more I look at myself The more...fuck I don't know The more I think about it I think my fucking head's gonna explode [Monoxide Child:] Wigs splitting Leaving all your family members dead

DEATH Melanie Martinez

the dead, back from the dead I'm back from the dead, back from the dead I'm back from the dead, back from the dead I'm back from the dead (Death), back from the dead (Death) I'm back from the

BORN DEAD Death

Brought to this world to wither away Naive about the ways of life is what they say Millions live millions die,more are yet to come Living skeletons -where they come from Born dead into this world

Your Touch Versus Death Every Time I Die

eyes of celibates burning images worn down rotted lies lips dried peeling eyes separate our lives dead underneath your skin this blood's not mine you fucking whore you don't deserve my Gods you're a

Likwit Rhyming Tony Touch

Rims spank with the car wash Watch the bitches stop An look, always stay five steps ahead Hard at work, while you tricks lay in bed Dead to the world but ?

Towards Dead End children of bodom

No flickering light at the end of the path Confront repressions of the past Fear... Prevail... Insanity... Obey!

Blaze Of Glory Featuring Pharrell & Ab-Liva

[Pharrell] Nigga, put down ya beer and - snatch up ya chair 'n A lot of clak up, clak up, street clearin' First the firing then the siren you'll be hearin' Your man gotta few heartbeat left they fearin

Blaze Of Glory Neptunes

[Pharrell] Nigga, put down ya beer and - snatch up ya chair 'n A lot of clak up, clak up, street clearin' First the firing then the siren you'll be hearin' Your man gotta few heartbeat left they fearin

Gunz Come Out 50 Cent

the suicide doors 22 inch chrome, a nigga money low You try to touch me, I put out ya get ya brains blown You go against the grain, pussy and you on ya own You right there in my zone, welcome to the

Scars Of Your Disease The Agony Scene

I am the ever-forsaken. Bastard child of your disease. Your dead and abandoned. Strung up for all of you to see. Naked and screaming. So beautiful, profane.

Play My Cards Kurupt

I'm just a gee Oh yeah, that's me Don't forget it Act like you knew it 'fore I set it I put the needle on top of the wax Before I turn around And burn everything to the ground I seen it comin A

He's Dead Scarface

VERSE 1 You can run but you can't hide, I find ya Just when you think the shit is over, I'm standin right behind ya You crossed the wrong muthafucka, now you paranoid Cause I'm a nigga these niggas just

Xzibit and Tash Freestyle Tony Touch

In God we trust, but don't trust us I'm ready to bust some lead in disgust My homie Tony Touch said "Relax, roll a dutch" I'm on the grind like a clutch, bust ya, they never had this much That'll take

Dead Presidents (Feat. Juicy J & Rich Homie Quan) Ty Dolla $ign

Do it for the dead presidents Do it for the dead presidents Do it for the dead presidents Wanna see you do it for the dead presidents Do it for the dead presidents Do it for the dead presidents Do it for

Touch Like Angel Of Death (Live) Children Of Bodom

"A glance to my eyes, deep within reveals This worn-out warrior's mind I'm killing you by suffering Discomposure of a deepest kind In the night I crave to feel your breath And your touch like angel

Real Soon (Feat. DPGC) Snoop Dogg

homie keep ya head strong Sendin' ya packages kites keep you straight Keepin' this commissary fat 'til the take So we can chop it up so we can spread the icin' Enticing OG's fo' surely you know I like

What U Thinkin' About? Violent J

over them hills Let me go ahead and eat a few of these things See if I can't hang What you thinkin' about?

OPEN CASKET Death

Approach the image filled with fear As the image grows so clear Future now takes full control The one whose past you now behold Touch - the flesh it is so cold Turn away - you now have been told

OUT OF TOUCH Death

Trapped in a lost world of brutality So weak are the ones that must rely on shock To push this so called force that inspires their call To be extreme so it seems is a mental crutch To cover up

Children Of Decadence children of bodom

Running under cover of the moonlight shadow death row. At the night we're running wild with no hope for tomorrow... No tomorrow!!!

Children Of Decadence Children Of Bodom

Running under cover of the moonlight shadow death row. At the night we're running wild with no hope for tomorrow... No tomorrow!!!