I'm still alive but insane Why don't you shoot me down Why don't you shoot me again Why don't you shoot me down Why don't you shoot me again You push
the pain I'm still alive but insane Why don't you shoot me down Why don't you shoot me again Why don't you shoot me down Why don't you shoot me again
old friends, why panic, you already know who's fully capable, the two capped heroes, dial straight down the center eight-zero-zero, you can even call
I beat while my rhymes release I can say *bang* my mic's my piece A bag of lsd and my dj does needles Lyrical dope my group ain't feeble Zero degrees
the channel looks like I'm playin the game boy I know the rocks botherin ya vision But reach and I'll put a dot on ya head like its part of yo religion Why
the peeling away of feeling The celebrity of the abused shell the belle Ooh western woman Ooh western girl And the children of Melrose Strut their stuff Is absolute zero
thrown away Who cares in what our children play ? Burn, burn, we should have known Learn, Learned to control One, Two, Three, Four, Turn in circles Repetition : Why
't even care Just play, play a little song for me I need affection and body warmth Growing artificially Fed by, fed by machines Desorientated, driven off course Which way is positive Why
First flight, muster up courage for the jump into the green misery Twenty years switching over Is this the reason why I had to be born ? Fight for my
they were dead Caused by a cut-off riotgun in their heads Squeeze'em, Testimony, Squeeze Seek for goals ? Don't ask me why It ain't money, so fuck
for bozack, and n is for the nutsac (what's j for? ) the j's for juggle these, please Pmd bust rhymes like niggaz bust seeds With zero, that's not the channel
channel looks like I'm playin the game boy I know to watch botherin ya vision You reach and I'll put a dot on ya head like its part of yo religion Why
the channel looks like I'm playin the game boy I know to watch botherin ya vision For reachin I'll put a dot on ya head like its part of yo religion Why
what I struggled wit is internal the kind of stuff that you only write in journals The kind of stuff that'll injure you That's why I got certain channels
your eyes on the awesome mechanics of the metallic saucers Flown by man, I bet you thought it was the Martians Since "Channel Zero" I tried to do somethin
