ill them all if they gossip, the Children of the Corn
They realizing the option of living a lie, drive they body with toxins
Constantly drinking and drive, hit the powder then watch this flame
That arrive in his eye; this a coward, the concept is aim and
They bang it and slide out that bitch with the pies
And the price on his head, the tots probably go to the projects
I live inside the belly of the rough
it made Me an Angel on Angel Dust

MAN DOWN

MAN DOOWN

MAN D ---