I could get your shit split for the minimum fee, yeah Fucking with them niggaz, got a ten for a ki' Got a few princess cuts on the watch and the piece
, that's right a tore down house With some real estate in Peat skill I ran a meat market behind Johnny Rocket's Paid truckers to haul body pieces from
car and watch it explode Then make 'em call, tell 'em all they found was a piece of your clothes And a small piece of your nose and, bone from your arm
' for the chips when it's murder for hire. Verse 2: I got a knack for this Bodyin' shit, escape miraculous Exchange money for death, they can't tax the
to pieces indecently Pack weapons illegally, because I'm never hesitant Sniper scoping a commission controllin the president [Hook] Father, forgive them, for
, they despise us Niggas, cause we on the rise Plus everybody's searchin for a piece of the truth And the youth turn the streets into a piece of Beirut
where death comes to cry There's a lobby with nine hundred windows There's a tree where the doves go to die There's a piece that was torn from the morning
to the choir children [Verse Four: Serj Tankian] The matterings of all matter Masters and their extended batters Internet intelligence for investments for
, never, still i'm filled with wonder lonely like a tightrope walker, hitchhiker, long distance runner zoom, kick, persuasion, tech, good night for you bad night for
from, motherfucker, where you from? Where you from, motherfucker, where you from? Where you from, motherfucker, where you from? Where you from, motherfucker, where you from
dies, jacked up by the state. Another glorious advance for civilisation. One small step for man. One giant step for mankind. For he so loved the world
tired of them And they waitin' for that thug shit from Rule again And proff can bomb proff your hummer then Put a vest on yourself and your children
And then it all goes down the drain Your cat is hit by a car The ATM eats your card Your wondering what changed from yesterday Save me from, from going mental Save me from
I was with them again. Can you imagine a piece of the universe more fit for princes and kings? I'll give you ten of your cities for Marion bridge and
where Death comes to cry There's a lobby with nine hundred windows There's a tree where the doves go to die There's a piece that was torn from the morning
bunny what ridge if they want bricks gotta come to the hill taking no less than a ten dollar bill you can have the three five seven dollar pieces i'
dream that goes Beyond four walls You think he should be sent outside Playing with the traffic When pieces of him are already Scattered in the attic When pieces
a homicide bomber TV commercials for a popping pill culture Drug companies circling like a vulture An Iraqi babies with a G.I. Joe father Ten years from
