| Yo it’s my way, no way,
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| get dumped on the highway.
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| Buck, buck feel the blast from my gun spray.
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| Yea, you’re gettin drowned in the blood,
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| a bug, thug, feel the cops catchin slugs.
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| Yo, it’s my way, I slay, I play, you stay down,
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| you fuck around in my town, you drown.
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| Fuck you, fuck them, fuck that,
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| we come back through,
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| murderin your crew — what!
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| You don’t know shit about my lifestyle, it’s buckwild,
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| late night gunfights, three strikes, I’d rather fight.
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| Caught in the street, ya get beat down ta raw meat,
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| fuckin with me and the Breed, you’ll soon bleed.
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| Yeah, it’s Raw Breed — BC killin overseas,
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| droppin off rooftops, punks hang from trees.
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| Night vision, incision, the opposition,
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| It’s never your decision.
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| My way!
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| You can’t tell me jack shit, suck my dick,
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| out my face with that drama, I’ll kill your fuckin mama.
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| Iller than a postal worker, born to murder,
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| suckas in my face with that bullshit die quick.
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| It’s Bizarra, ha, cause mad horror,
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| it’s the dusted world of Bizarra.
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| High on acid, the ghetto bastard,
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| yo punk I’ll put your ass in a casket.
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| You in a world of shit, fuckin with the Syndicate,
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| We pack full clips, and then we’re done with it.
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| Come with it, we get it on yo, you ain’t lastin,
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| demolishin, the demolishion.
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| Piss on your grave, a killin craze.
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| In your town right now on any stage.
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| Who the fuck are you? |
| Trying ta diss my crew?
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| Who dies tonight bitch? |
| — You!
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| My way!
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| I will do what I choose, and if I loose
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| Well then I loose, My Way!
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| This is my fuckin’life, and if I die
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| Well then I die, My Way! |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song My Way , by - Body Count. Song from the album Violent Demise: The Last Days, in the genre Ню-метал