You preach peace stop the hate Useless youth feels only Frustration rising inside inside Hate still burning inside inside Chaos will hit you in your face Chaos in your face Chaos in your face
Översättning: Blod för blod. Chaos (i ansiktet).
[Chorus: Krayzie Bone] Got no love for the law, but I shed blood for my dawgs. Got no love for the law, but I shed blood for my dawgs. [Verse 1: Krayzie
come for the blood to run into the streets paved with gold We have lived in the zoo of the ghetto for so long And like animals we kill each other for
come for the blood To run into the streets paved with gold We have lived in the zoo of the ghetto for so long And like animals we kill each other For
sea with your arms around me In whose honor have we gone missing? I am too hungry to imagine A different ending to this famine In the building chaos
It's spreadin up the leg, and headed for the head Your rhymes are whack your style is proof that the brain corrosion is fuckin with your chosen flows
had his wife with'im, 5 shots from the crowd made him fall It was chaos and pandemonium, blood covered up the podium Covered his face, and wouldn't
gonna bring it to your ass Therefore all you clicks and you clans And you crews fuckin', fuckin' with this click And we gonna bring it to your ass Man for
I scorn your flock. To be your shepherd is my fate. Bringing your souls for the sacrifice to my God. I'll feed the wolves by your mortal bodies. Death and chaos
roll promptly For slang hall, vocabulary igor, frankenstein mind Rewind for a minute while I dig down your track, stupid I move quick shit is accurate, kojack tactics Chaos
IN THIS CHAOS A SOUL WITH A MUSICAL DREAM LIKE ARMADEUS I'VE GIVEN EVERYTHING SWEAT BLOOD AND TEARS AND MADE A VOW TO THE LORD TO STAY FOR A MILLION
I don't beg, never I choose Will I ever I'm still you Chaos is the way you drain me into be you Last traces of the me converted by your rein Merge into
system of sound waves And psycho-kinetics, you can't escape the wrath of APATHETIC The time has come for man to die, not project prophetic phonetics Fugitive prosthetic limbs for
the taste of his blood and I'll open up your stomach like the case of a slug I'm faithful to drugs, puttin' metal plates in your mug dump your body in
dies, jacked up by the state. Another glorious advance for civilisation. One small step for man. One giant step for mankind. For he so loved the world
, Blessed by the blood of vanquished foes. Our destiny beckons... LORD ANGSAAR, DARK LIEGE OF CHAOS: Come, great king of Hyperboria, march against me with your
