音樂影片
音樂影片
積分
演出藝人
Biohazard
演出者
Billy Graziadei
吉他
Bobby Hambel
主奏吉他
Danny Schuler
鼓
Evan Seinfeld
聲樂
詞曲
Billy Graziadei
詞曲創作
Bobby Hambel
詞曲創作
Danny Schuler
詞曲創作
Evan Seinfeld
詞曲創作
製作與工程團隊
Biohazard
製作人
Steve Ett
混音師
Wharton Tiers
製作人
Bryan Thatcher
創意總監
Laura Michaels
創意總監
Lyor Cohen
執行製作
Mitchell Valentine
創意總監
歌詞
It's a motherfuckin' homicide, just deserts
A shotgun pointed right where it hurts
From the inside, the ones you can trust
You got connected to a serious bust
You thought you were a hustler, a boy that was rude
But now you're in the dirt, can of underground wormfood
Stupid motherfucker, you thought you would last
Well took the wrong path, now your name is in the past
Another fuckin' lowlife connected to the first
A crooked cop on the take, nothing could be worse
Twenty-one gun salute, the widow lays the wreath
The whole police department covered up he was a thief
Yeah the city's finest, caught in deepest shit
Never thought the day would come, bang, a fuckin' hit
You call yourself the finest in the city, huh?
For scum like you, I have no fucking pity
Pushing and scamming, distribute all your poison
You call yourself a man, well you're nothing but a boy, son
A real man works hard, starves to climb the ropes
Not killing for money, on the corner selling dope
Money isn't everything, I guess it was to you
Did you control your own life or greed controlled you?
For the lives that you destroyed, so morally depraved
For the people you left grieving, I spit on your grave
So it seems, this is the system, and I'm sorry to say
Dealers pay the cops to turn and look the other way
Everybody scratches and tries to get ahead
You took the easy way, it is easy being dead
The chamber spins three, grab the trigger then you pull it
The game is called roulette and you just won the bullet
Pushing and scamming, distribute all your poison
You call yourself a man, well you're nothing but a boy, son
A real man works hard, starves to climb the ropes
Not killing for money, on the corner selling dope
Money isn't everything, I guess it was to you
Did you control your own life or greed controlled you?
For the lives that you destroyed, so morally depraved
For the people you left grieving, I spit on your grave
So it seems, this is the system, and I'm sorry to say
Dealers pay the cops to turn and look the other way
On both sides of the law, justice has been done
Not by a judge and jury but by the trigger of a gun
The chamber spins three!
Written by: Billy Graziadei, Bobby Hambel, Danny Schuler, Evan Seinfeld


