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Dead In Existence

Run little rabbit Can't break the habit For none shapes Like a rocket And shoots like a pocket gun Every mothers' son has spent A lifetime on the run

Depleting the need of thieves to care They rise on Degradations wings I've seen, we've all seen We have seen the coming price for our Self-righteous

Rickard Thulin] [Lyrics: Kenneth Nyman] With no prerequisite of living I'm existing Only to suffer Just to breathe means pain Cursed with existence

in Don't make me stay here Ambulance, hold your breath We're running short on air Ambulance, resuscitate At the edge You see clearly I was dead Now I

, taste the wine Come, lose yourself Taste this time But keep it well Only love it all With heart and head For there is no drinking After you're dead

taste the wine Come lose yourself Taste this time But keep it well - Only love it all With heart and head For there is no drinking, After your dead.

called from the pen's inner sanctum Where the mega-gees regulate the streets, fuck release They got power that you can't comprehend, my friend They want you dead, yo, you're dead

fuck Last night I cried tears of joy What did I do to deserve this? Rock a rhyme on my wrist a year ago I didn't even know dat bitches exist Quarter

side of town lounge never till we yawnin' Gun players regular front page is the bonus Life will keep existing while I'm shittin' on opponents Life will keep existing