Mrtzcmp3
  • Seven
  • Freak Bitch
  • Out Here
  • Red Mist
  • It Ain't A Thang
  • Outlaw
  • Lake of Fire
  • Intro
  • My Van
  • Torn Possession
  • They Pray With Snakes
  • Country Life
  • Path I Walk
  • Cold Cruel World
  • Cold Day In Hell
  • Sippin' On Down
  • We All Fall
  • Color You Dead
  • Toast To The Fam
  • In Between
  • Angel Like
  • Straight Out the Crops
  • Watch Your Back
  • Sleep Stalker
  • Inbred Evil
  • PunkinHed
  • Red Dirt Road
  • The Harvest (w/ AMB)
  • Diggin' Myself Out
  • Southern Nights
  • Just Die
  • Trailer Park Creepin
  • Some Kind Of Devil
  • Family Tree
  • Death of a Hater
  • Lezbehonest
  • Love Of My Knife
  • Seven (Remix)
  • Nothing To Lose
  • Heathen
  • Suffering
  • Untold/Unwritten
  • Last Day Alive
  • Sippin'
  • Where Do I Go?
  • Love/Hate
  • Ressurection
  • Rolling
  • Rollin' Hard
  • Digging

Sittin' in my cell, this breakin' bar hell.
Dreamin' of the days of murder enlocked in Cartel.
Drive by's, date rapes, and weight like barbells.
I stuck my girls throat, stuffed it in the cart well,
Oh well, it's what I thought at the time,
Cause in my own mind it didn't seem like a crime.
It seemed to be fine all it was was good times.
Shoot a bitch snort a line at the drop of a dime.
Matter of fact the local mob was my first job
It's kinda easy when your killin' to rob.
At least I wasn't sittin' home bein' a slob
I got up off my ass and started climbin' to the top.
They color me a demon and I'm askin "How can I be?"
I know I got a heart just lack of humanity.
But now my sanity is somethin' I ain't seen in a while.
Sittin' on death row, this is my Green Mile

Locked up ain't where I wanna be
Confined to my mind is like a prison to me.
Since birth had nothin' to choose
I'm on the run with a gun with nothin' to lose.

Childhood is to blame, poverty stricken.
Add some defects to the mix and watch the plot thicken.
I was sick of bein' poor, sick of just livin'
Sick of depression and this trailor park livin'
That my mamma had me stuck in and where was my dad?
I think that he forgot about the son that he had.
So the chances of survival were none to slim
And my mamma keeps sayin' I remind her of him.
So went from just like my dad, then I'm goin' for broke.
Pulled the kick door, stabbed my neighbor in the throat.
I set off on my journey just to see what I could find,
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