Sunday, August 23, 2009

My Soul Is A City Of Crime

My soul is a city of crime
As I hold my gat gangsta-wise
That's holding your gun by the side
As I blast away my friends and family
Changed from joviant Jekylls to haunting Hydes

Wash bloody hands in rusty waters
I blast away strangers, presidents, daughters
I am become beast, an animal of slaughter
Everything about me is changing
My life before the streets, it doesn't even matter

But I ain't gonna be some low income sucker
That blood lust comes my way, I run and duck'er
This isn't a place for innocence, no, no
BANG BANG BANG, it's Resident Evil 5 motha fucka!

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