Interpret:

BIOHAZARD

Album:

Urban Discipline

It's a motherfuckin' homicide, just deserts 
A shotgun painted 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 tought 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 


[Pre-chorus:] 


Pushing and scumming, disribute 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 


[Chorus:] 


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 gun 


[Lead] 


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 


[Pre-chorus] 


[Chorus 2x] 


The chamber spins three