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AMB : All Day lyrics

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AMB lyrics : "All Day"

(feat. Twiztid)

All day, each and every which way

We spit flames, steady playin' a sick game!
All day, each and every which way
We spit flames, steady playin' a sick game!


[Otis:]
I'm hiding out in the dark in all of them cemetary places

And I put tattoo teardrops on all the dead bodie's faces
Cause it is they who cry for us and if I may bust
And seperate all the hate from those who are down with us and when I say "Rush!"

It's like a thousand knives and hatchets to your head
It's the Ginsu-nami makin' these black streets red (what I said?)
The dead meets and plot so be afraid

We're makin' zombies with bodies and then unleash what we made, it's all day!

[Monoxide:]

All of my lifetime, waitin' and gradually seperatin
all of the rational thinkin' from out of my mind
Rewind and everybody comes to find out

that that's why people like you die or either hide out
I got you glowin' and I'm squeezin' like Darth Vader
And I'm hopin' now that I can introduce you to your maker

All it takes is a little bit of my hate
to get it goin' from zero to $#&@in' totally insane
And I'm knowin' that -


[Chorus x2:]
All day, each and every which way

We spit flames, steady playin' a sick game!
Who want it? WHAT?
Step and you get !#@*ED UP

Whoever want it with US
LIKE WHAT
Want it with US

LIKE WHAT

[Bonez Dubb:]

Lazy eyes that be lookin' in all directions
My crazy mind that you can't get with no connections
Protection is brought to me from the dead

It's an army of the anti-life, so what's ahead
Is a mutha$#&@in' beat down, we stick around
All the wack can hate

And change pace after we murderin' all the snakes and fakes
Keepin' it wicked, but don't know if it's enough
I'm takin' a picture of the sickest form of love, it's $#&@ed up!


[Madrox:]
I'm all day, 24/7 like 7/11 spittin' venom on a mission to get to heaven

We hellish and people relish the transition of a scrub
To a kamakaze who got little to no love (What?)
What you got? Nothin', I'm bein' positive

I ain't even trippin', my whole lifestyle is monsterous
As a hatchet with a broken handle and a course blade
Your wig belongs to us, consider your debt paid. ALL DAY!


[Chorus x4:]
All day, each and every which way

We spit flames, steady playin' a sick game!
Who want it? WHAT?
Step and you get !#@*ED UP

Whoever want it with US
LIKE WHAT
Want it with US

LIKE WHAT

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