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Текст: Transplants. Haunted Cities. Hit the Fence.

Life in a war zone, you make the wrong move
Remove your torso, guns blow back of the track
Now the blunts roll, onslaught 24/7 now the funds flow
Anybody gets in my way, I let their guts show

Sick farms ain't doing shit without the big bucks
Got you in my sites, bad luck, I bet you're lame ducks
Who game sucks, got to the point, now my gags bust
Come on, man, I don't give a fuck, who wanna test nuts

Scrapping, let's go toe to toe, I start the capping
Shirt stamping, like sherm on a stick, nines are clapping
Who's that then, who wanna be next, I make your back bend
Push comes to shove, no love, I make it happen

There's gotta be more to life than just this
Your life compared to mine is like wine compared to piss
You say, "It gets better", well, fuck that
You don't walk outside your house and feel the need to stay strapped

You never paid rent after cocaine and weed
Man, I dance with the devil but I never get to lead
Don't get me wrong, if I could I'd make a change
Been so bad for so long, any good is so strange

They say, "The grass is greener on the other side", shit
But the fence is in the way now and I ain't buyin' it
I made a cloud of smoke but my feet are on the ground
Even when I'm dead and gone, I'll always be around

I'ma walk to my funeral like my middle name was lynch
In the game riding high, while you fuckers ride the bench
Skinhead rob run by motherfuckers, hit the fence