But even when you leave, somehow it still try to follow
If the feds run up on you , you're going to death row
Kill 'em all, o.f. is what i represent
Don't worry for in the lord you have a friend
O.f. is the coldest thing, and i'm the fuckin' general
But living underground as a friend of the devil,
And we way too young to know love, maybe not but we don't need no rush
What a nervous purchase a death circuit i stick to the surface/
In need of a friend who takes the time to listen
"ma, i gotta eat...i don't know your religion
Clicquot for the girls in the tight dress
And i'm a hit'cha wit the blow of death
Right flows down and they might go nice
The death that bloats like a disease
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