(Amb) - All Day Lyrics

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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 fuckin' totally insane

And i'm knowin' that -

Chorus x 2:

All day each and every which way.

We spit flames steady playin' a sick game!

Who want it? what?

Step and you get fucked up

Whoever want it with us

Like what

Want it with us

Like what

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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 muthafuckin' 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 fucked 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 x 4:

All day each and every which way.

We spit flames steady playin' a sick game!

Who want it? what?

Step and you get fucked up

Whoever want it with us

Like what

Want it with us

Like what

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