Sangtekster:
White Lies Death

they clips, sittin on dubs in they whips Folks, GD's and vice lords, when night falls Black pimps and white whores, from the immortal words of Jeff Thor To death

, bring sight to the blind Up against the machine the _Bush Killer_ remain In between the government and the public that's trained Where white companies profit off black death

the broth of wall street suits Armani or maybe versace Monetary gain can't stop the white house frolics Judicial alcoholics Cover up versions of death

go to hell 'Cause I'm a piece of shit, it ain't hard to fuckin' tell It don't make sense, goin' to heaven wit the goodie-goodies Dressed in white, I

of tryin' I've been trapped since birth, cautious, 'cause I'm cursed And fantasies of my family, in a hearse And they say it's the white man I should

's a rape machine I'd go outside if it looked the other way Wouldn't believe the things they do Down in the park where the chant is Death, death, death

, burn brightly Burn burn, burn white heat Burn burn, burn brightly Burn burn, burn white heat Oh, how ingenious the centuries of lies Ezekiel?s chariots

your women! So... do you accept the bapizing, In the name of my god, and his holy Son, white-christ?" Njal: "Who is this white-christ? In the name

comes walking. He comes sneaking Down that long irreversible hallway Grabs you in your sleep I walk outside to the parking lot. Bright coins of water on the sidewalk. Big white building where your body lies