Overkill Lyrics
Overkill Lyrics
"Battle Lyrics"
Shorty Lyrics
(Tone aka Trackmaster) So I told shorty I be producing, I be making those beats Be making those hits, ya know So I told her my name, My name is Tone She said "Town!!"
"It's not like you can just kill me." - woman
"Actually, it's a lot like that." - man
Whatcha whatcha gonna do?
Who who who ya gonna screw?
Play it like ya really bad.
Fire!!!
Wanna wanna be the man.
Doin' everything ya can.
Play it like ya really bad
Tired!!!
Can I intrest you in nothin'? will you buy my disease?
Y
You can have what you need.
Can I intrest you in nothing' ya I think you'll be pleased.
If you're lookin' for war, open the 1, 2, 3,
Door!
Bleedin' like a stuck pig,
Play it like you're really big,
Bleedin' like a stuck pig,
Don't matter!!!
No one loves ya baby now without sayin' please.
You got blood on your hands,
Yo
Can I offer you salvation, yeah I thing you'll agree,
You're about to fall.
About to fall
The battle, The war! The battle.
Inside job, ya got a revolution, yeah,
Napolean had less rage.
Self made mob,
Ya need an institution,
Yeah, ya need a full time cage.
Why do you stay here?
Why do you roam?
Kaos feed the big man
He ain't going home. Ain't going home.
"It's not like you can just kill me"
Disciple of Kaos,
A self made man.
Disciple of Kaos,
That's what I am.
Disciple of Kaos,
The silent roar,
Disciple of Kaos,
Open the 1, 2, 3 war!
Whatcha whatcha gonna do?
WHo who who ya gonna screw?
Whatcha whatcha gonna do?
(Tone aka Trackmaster) So I told shorty I be producing, I be making those beats Be making those hits, ya know So I told her my name, My name is Tone She said "Town!!"
"It's not like you can just kill me." - woman
"Actually, it's a lot like that." - man
Whatcha whatcha gonna do?
Who who who ya gonna screw?
Play it like ya really bad.
Fire!!!
Wanna wanna be the man.
Doin' everything ya can.
Play it like ya really bad
Tired!!!
Can I intrest you in nothin'? will you buy my disease?
Y
Fire On The Cross Lyrics
B. R. Hornsby/John Hornsby They're looking for some hired guns on the Texas border To shoot 'em all down if they try to cross over the water And they've got their old white hoods
ou can take what you want,B. R. Hornsby/John Hornsby They're looking for some hired guns on the Texas border To shoot 'em all down if they try to cross over the water And they've got their old white hoods
You can have what you need.
Can I intrest you in nothing' ya I think you'll be pleased.
If you're lookin' for war, open the 1, 2, 3,
Door!
Bleedin' like a stuck pig,
Play it like you're really big,
Bleedin' like a stuck pig,
Don't matter!!!
No one loves ya baby now without sayin' please.
You got blood on your hands,
Yo
Y Lyrics
Don't ask us why, we do the things that we do Don't ask us why, we feel the same as you Don't ask us why, life can be so damn cruel Don't ask us why, it's all been decided for you
u got dirt on your knees.Don't ask us why, we do the things that we do Don't ask us why, we feel the same as you Don't ask us why, life can be so damn cruel Don't ask us why, it's all been decided for you
Can I offer you salvation, yeah I thing you'll agree,
You're about to fall.
About to fall
The battle, The war! The battle.
Inside job, ya got a revolution, yeah,
Napolean had less rage.
Self made mob,
Ya need an institution,
Yeah, ya need a full time cage.
Why do you stay here?
Why do you roam?
Kaos feed the big man
Don't Let The Sun Go Down On Me Lyrics
i can't light no more of your darkness all my pictures seem to fade to black and white i'm growing tired and time stands still before me frozen here on the ladder of my life t
...i can't light no more of your darkness all my pictures seem to fade to black and white i'm growing tired and time stands still before me frozen here on the ladder of my life t
He ain't going home. Ain't going home.
"It's not like you can just kill me"
Disciple of Kaos,
A self made man.
Disciple of Kaos,
That's what I am.
Disciple of Kaos,
The silent roar,
Disciple of Kaos,
Open the 1, 2, 3 war!
Whatcha whatcha gonna do?
WHo who who ya gonna screw?
Whatcha whatcha gonna do?