Слова:
Doom After The Bomb

Chidren blown into limbless joints of meat. -After the bomb- People dead & diseased, tossed away like shit.

prime scramblin', glock nine handlin' Duckin' the flows of mind travelin' You heard it before, you ain't Sunshine Anderson Got a bomb plantin' and I

felt so many spirits all up in my system Controllin', me listen I wanna take 'em, but a nigga stay calm Yet he lead, he wet, so wet, sweaty palms Glocks and a bomb

gallery wall its like not a wave crash similar to last or next heckle me not already doctored by regrets gray rain beligerant fragments bomb acid

inside. "I want to take you home with me", said the sparkle in her eye. "I would like to honey, but I'm about to die." I have got a time bomb, I strapped

round, setting petrol bombs off? And if there was no police force, tell me what you'd do If thirty thousand rioters came running after you? And who would

deceit I watch the wolves lead the wolf?s leash in a nation of sheep What the fuck you think they want? Is it hatred or peace? Who designed the bombs

running round, setting petrol bombs off? And if there was no police force, tell me what you'd do If thirty thousand rioters came running after you? And

die in this? I would take Masta Killa and Golden Arms versus Power Man and Iron Fist Imagine Blade the black hunter of vampires goin after DMX the dog