Chamber Spins Three - Biohazard

It’s a motherfuckin' homicide, just deserts

A shotgun pointed 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 thought 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

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Pushing and scamming, distribute 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

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 a 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

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The chamber spins three…