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Face Defeat Count The Bodies

count whats left. Bring out the dead, count the bodies, bring out the dead, stack em up fuckin high. Bring out the dead, count the fuck bodies, bring

intention to ride, every time all night I'm faced with the scars beyond this one bar For me to put down my guard, I'm faced with it, I'm a ride Breakin

Di smoke clears, and da war is gone True true true a new star is born Di smoke clears, and di body count dun True true true Marshall a see yuh come

Beyond nonsense If you're not convinced Get tense and wince Cause I'll make a skeptic Look epileptic Shake and brake like the holy ghost connected His body

s backlit, It seems static will wreack havoc A beat battered, I'll keep rappin' In leech battle, will dreams shatter In three nanoseconds (damn) Count

impenetrable cage... like skin drawn tight, and canvas cracked with age. Escapist flights and lengthy nights as some succumb and slumber awakes... Faces count

interchangeable show the wrath of violent hurricanes when I finish no photographs my body won't sustain visual image come face the lesson incarceration

My intention to ride, every time all night I'm faced with the scars beyond this one bar for me to put down my guard, I'm faced with it, I'm a ride

My intention to ride, every time all night I'm faced with the scars beyond this one bar for me to put down my guard, I'm faced with it, I'm a ride