The Silence Isn't Over

Chorus: The silence isn't over, but the

Flesh decrepitate no time to hestitate, anticipation, much to be done

And it don't matter when you come really don't matter where you're from won't matter where you run [Flesh-N-Bone]

Flesh breakin' 'em down, hittin' them up

Bottom line with your business

You gotta get a spot to handle it

******, no slackin', lackin', me trackin'

Me ? is my best friendm there's my best friend

And I really can't serve and swerve and

Henessey seepin' down the side of the (Cherokee Jeep)

See the track in the back, strap 'cause them double double shots

Then, ******s goes (home) to get the ? when about the block

Shoot the spot, but put the muzzle on the kids who tried to

Oh, I think he better not start (hurt) ******t on the double glock, dangerous

My ******s wanna have fun with you, man, and they perfect stalkers searchin' snatchin' up strangers, anyone

None remaining,

I get 'em all finished

******s, wanna hear silence, makin' me ?, ****** it, set (pilliows) on fire

Thought it was over, ******s never the silence

I'm on the rise with a gun here

I come ******s ain't no mutha******' where to run fin to get you some of this redrum, find nowhere to hide

Well, even though you tried, they got your body numb

Done, done, done, 'till it be one nine ninety nine, crime

I find and then a ******s reap and cath your people by surprise

Drapped in a hoody, would you rather spared then snatch your life?

You still gonna pay the price, and

I just might go pick up a knife and slice

And I'll pick off any who's ?, 'til your enemy dead

We gon' meet youm get my gun and trick or treat you with the bullets that fled and to show you it's not ?,

I go to beat you

Chorus [Flesh-N-Bone]

A ******s been flippin' scripts over and over in the past from the wasteland made up of heartless soldiers

If you really bold enough, shot it, and

I might blow up, rippin' apart they shoulders

Go on', but the darkness rosed up, my people trippin' if you late to pay my money back on time

And you better drop a dime or get ****** up

And your people won't find it all funny

Well, then if you caught in the act, and you dead wrong ever had to get dealt with, gimme a ny lil' reason or purpose to pack a slug right in his head; hit it

Pain, no doubt that felt it, ****** up his health quick

******t, but at least it be my honor ever now and then a ****** felt like he had to hit 'em like

I'm Jefferey

Dahmer But yet

I'm ready for battle, so get my armor, comin' for you

Thinkin' to get you, ****** wig-split you

What a pretty full blue moon

On the streets to get bodies soon and

I thought that we miss you

Every night we actin' fool

Better move yourself a little quicker fast, and if ya thought you'd get caught up in a wrath

No place to go stash what he left for me

Burner, hot incinerator, gotta 'em burnt to ash '

Til he nothin' but dust,

I'm gonna keep bustin', from cussin'

Murda let's them pull triggers

All of my ******s are devious

What, you really trust a family full of gravediggas?

Takin' no slaves, neither no prisoners

Here, there, gotta get 'em all finished

Anyone brave?

I bet that you ******ver, probably wet your pants

Every chance

Flesh get 'em all diminished

Chorus [Flesh-N-Bone]

Stand up and at ease, about face, soldier

My troops come swoopin' through to do the shootin' refuse to cross me, punk took a loss,

G Didn't cost me,

I'll be damned

Now toss me the

Mossy Slam and the shells (so the wind burn, saw a tint of light) ?, we spill 'em, tamin' fools

I load up my barrel, insane, who's to blame?

Flesh deck, at they chest, oh no, won't show none mercy

Betta run off in the hearse, ? have cursed on those who wanna hurt me

You feelin' it worst, feelin' up far, feelin' with the fifth dawg

Hear the ******s' triggers peel 'em, off in the coffin chalk around 'em white, bloody red

Afta Maff, ******, that's your ass

Buckin' with the boss in from

Cleveland, and achievin' goes on the west for heaven's sake

I say Yes, he created me, made me, reach for my pistol (gunshot) and wonder where the demons clear my path receivin' that bullet path hit when

I blast ya

And the ******s ? will outlast ya

Creepin on ah mo' come ups inflict for mo' cash

Get him, gone, but wanna bring it on?

Do you really, huh?

No, just take a long fall in the bottomless pit as they see eternal droppin' down

And hit that ground, murda mo' ya, enforcer forcin' your so sure we're under sure not to call it war with warriors stories of

Flesh And

I got you eye-to-eye without a sign of death for the most of ya

Chorus