Tekst:
Lethal Injection

So, wide you can't get around it So, low you can't get under it So, high you can't get over it I, can't get over it Ready or not, here we come Getting

Listen to the preacher man But are you talkin' to me I can't hear you with a mouth full of pig's feet If I should need the swine flesh Your body is a

Look at that lil' ass Westside doped out Insane in the brain, little nigga servin' Caine Use to have to axe could he cross the street Now he's rollin'

Damn, I'm broke, my feet hurt (Inside the mind of a car jacker) And that bitch is slippin' Damn, it makes me wanna creep Damn, it makes me wanna creep

Oh what can I do What can I do To make it better, yeah, yeah I thank the Lord for every morning he allows me to rise And though the sun is shining there

[phones ringing, babies crying] [white guy:] Hi how ya doin' ? [nurse:] Doctor's office, could you hold please? Yes sir can I help you? [white guy:] Yes

I'm far from perfect baby I know it's true But I guess nobody has to tell you I don't always listen and I talk too much I think I'm in tune when I'm out

Never seen one so vile Lock him up, throw away the key" Lethal injection, strapped in the seat Lethal injection, is this my defeat? Lethal injection, damage that can't mend Lethal injection

of death he must face Clearly a reason to deny it is treason To spare his life's a disgrace To the gallows To the chair Lethal injection I simply don