Слова песни KING — R.I.C.O

5 Lock and load. 1
4 Duck down, when you hear the sound of one hundred rounds tear your house to the ground.
3 That's how they're getting down downtown.
2 We're killing over color and we're heaven sent and hell bound.
1 Father wasn't around to beat me down.
16 I'm a conscious less psychopath on the streets of a ghost town.

15 Bodies slumped on their steering wheels, brains climbing from their mouths, muscles protruding from their wounds, like even they want out. 2

14 Nobody gets out. 3
13 Nobody ever makes it out and before I drew my head from the cunts mouth...

12 One foot was in the grave. 4
11 We're dying so young where I come from.
10 It's gun or be gunned.
9 Run or be ran over man over man.
8 Foolhardy as they come.
7 As kids we skipped the fun.
6 Fascinated with numbers and ways we could make them run.
5 Fascinated with numbers and ways we could make them run.

4 Unaware we had just hung the possibility of a kosher become. 5
3 It's so damn dark, out here ♠hailstones blot out the sun.

2 Bodies, buried atop one and other. 6
1 Cutters, keep on hacking up my brothers.
8 Bodies, buried atop one and other.
7 Cutters, keep on hacking up my brothers.

6 They're letting shots loose from Sacramento to ♠Syracuse. 7
5 I dreamt I put it all behind me then I awoke too...

4 Sounds of busting guns. 8
3 Bullet holes in lungs.
2 Taste your guts sliding off of your tongue.
1 Tendons bone fragments lodged in your gum's.
4 Mothers praying for the health of their sons.

3 Sickens me, what we've become. 9
2 Sickens me, what we've become.

1 Bodies, buried atop one and other. 10
2 Cutters, keep on hacking up my brothers.
1 Bodies, buried atop one and other.
1 Cutters, keep on hacking up my brothers.







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