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FLESH-N-BONE : The Silence Isn't Over lyrics

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FLESH-N-BONE lyrics : "The Silence Isn't Over"

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 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) %#@! 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$#&@in' 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



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

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 $#&@ed 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

%#@!, 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 shiver, probably wet your pants
Every chance Flesh get 'em all diminished



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 $$#
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


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