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    Project Deadman

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    Добавлена 1 сентября 2011 пользователем Iron Man

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    Deadman PDM Project PDM
    The sattelite systems attractin the voices barcode
    GPS and the radiation from your cellphone
    Demon clones chromosomes and yet we all condone
    Mass production equals depletion of the ozone
    we read your fake ass like a book
    PDM tell me what does it mean
    Terrifying shit that'll make a mother fucker scream
    A raising of the wicked and self inflicted
    Self inflicted this life is self inflicted self inflicted
    All your troubles and all you do
    Wicked is how I'm depicted arrested but never convicted
    Prozak, King Gordy, Tecca Ninna Self Inflicted
    ACCESS DENIED
    Get a body bag don't cross us or die slow
    I'll put those niggas from your hood in a body bag
    You better believe that shit is wicked and self inflicted
    dead
    Cocaine drains from my nose my t-shirt stained with red
    The walking dead coinsides with the devil
    You see my face penetrating through your mind
    My body walks the earth in vein until the end of time
    Torture's like the rain through the tunnel
    The ground crunches with bones as blood drips in puddles
    It's kind of subtle how death embalms you
    And cardiac arrest will calm you as the cemetary calls for you
    Cock the hammer back let it go get my dick sucked at the show
    Enemies all engulfed in flames shotgun cocks when I blow your brains
    Now I'm one will inflict the pain when I diss I say no names
    Bitches aint shit the scripts been flipped tonight
    No rest for the angels no rest for the demons
    No rest for the murder victims that are always screamin
    No rest for the guilty no rest for the dead
    No rest from the insane voices that are screamin in my head
    We're Project Deadman and we're bringin that sound
    We're from the murder glove bitch we got issues
    We got the wicked shit we'll never let it down
    Project Deadman more underground the hell
    Ashes to ashes and dust to dust
    Rest in Peace mother fucker confession will make your soul crush
    Nuthin to fear but fear itself on the day of the dead
    All my fuckin life I been insane
    And every fuckin day I feel the blood rain
    And everything is saved oh it brings pain
    All the wicked brains salvation some taint
    It's time to go this mother fucker's lookin shady
    I saw the look in the face as they tried to play me
    Get up got the nerve man it's time to go
    Your off the tape man lookin like a little hoe
    How much shit can a mother fucker take?
    Fuck a damn hater I'm lookin for anotherbreak
    Gimme reason why you think I gotta stay here
    Don't worry man I'm out I got no fear

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