Your head beneath my foot For everything you've done The snake crawl through the shit The smell it makes me sick Your skull beneath my boot For everything you said The maggos they feed on filth Won't rest until Blood is spilt
Try to run but your legs get tired Mutilate gang pack a fourtyniner Try to run but your legs get tired Bullets in your back and they feel like fire
Purge the weak Watch the fall to their knees Make a sound You'll be the secret i keep
Six feet deepTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
