playstation 2

call the coroner

it's the wettest form

in the faces i'm slashin'

you see the grim reaper in his finest passion

10 glocks pop in that drop top

candy cover paint

the return of max payne with no weapons drawn

30s with the hollow tips

red icy bitch

yeah she with the shits

i'm in the darkness

creeping slowly

demons speaking

souls departed

blunts smoked in the bathroom

paint dripping in the faucet

blood found in my arm where i stab

drug addicts in the casket

medusa's stone for a reaction

i got my

9 millimeter cocked in my coffin

eyes red

dope burning

i get faded often

switchblade full of blood

late night slice

throats in the tub

counting bodies like i'm counting benjis

i'm all alone

right where you left me

in that dark room

that taste of blood

that faded rush

it feels so new

my soul speaks

i'll fade with time

i'll paint the cameras

i'll blow my mind

i'll stab the reverend

i'll kill the preacher

them false lies

no one can keep them

percs and them blood samples got you speaking

owen hart was uh

set to make an entrance from the ceiling

and uh

he fell from the ceiling. i have-i have the unfortunate responsibility to let everyone know that owen hart has died. owen hart has tragically died from that accident here tonight. i'll call the plug when i need it

i'll call the plug when i'm fiending

reflection of pain at its finest

i'm slowly dying with no hesitation

never the time to say goodbye

then i'll roll through like razor ramon

gold chains swinging

leave the bad guy alone

i'm toting pistols with al capone

sky falls

cold weather

death to all

pour a 4 in that 24

i'm swinging low

straight 32s

with that dutch roller

blunt ash on my undergarments

i'll walk on water

that precious such

see i would bother

owen hart

them bodies fallin'