[Charles Manson talking]
You've got it stuck in your brain that I murdered somebody. What do you want to call me a murderer for? I've never killed anyone. I don't need to kill anyone. I think it. I have it HERE
[Killer Mike]
I got hate in my heart, hate in my stomach
CO's make me vomit
I'm in the belly of the beast
And it made me a beast, it's too much to stomach
[Charles Manson talking]
Maybe I haven't done enough. I might be ashamed of that, for not doing enough. For not giving enough. For not being more perceptive. For not being aware enough. For not understanding
[Killer Mike]
Understand that a trap's just a trap
And when the government get you it's a wrap
I entered the facility a drug dealer
One month in a nigga tried me now I'm a killer
Nigga tried a nigga manhood
So I load a pillow case up with some canned goods
Couple locks, couple D-batteries
Beat that motherfucker way past assault and battery
(Savagely) Beat his ass to a casualty
Sent that prison punk to his mom's in a casket, G
Now the prison chaplain want to chaplain me
Told me confess sins it'll be alright
I told him fuck him, the warden and his white Christ
Called him a faggot, said he ain't living right
What kind of re-ligion don't allow man a wife?
You a boy lover father, that ain't right
You've got it stuck in your brain that I murdered somebody. What do you want to call me a murderer for? I've never killed anyone. I don't need to kill anyone. I think it. I have it HERE
[Killer Mike]
I got hate in my heart, hate in my stomach
CO's make me vomit
I'm in the belly of the beast
And it made me a beast, it's too much to stomach
[Charles Manson talking]
Maybe I haven't done enough. I might be ashamed of that, for not doing enough. For not giving enough. For not being more perceptive. For not being aware enough. For not understanding
[Killer Mike]
Understand that a trap's just a trap
And when the government get you it's a wrap
I entered the facility a drug dealer
One month in a nigga tried me now I'm a killer
Nigga tried a nigga manhood
So I load a pillow case up with some canned goods
Couple locks, couple D-batteries
Beat that motherfucker way past assault and battery
(Savagely) Beat his ass to a casualty
Sent that prison punk to his mom's in a casket, G
Now the prison chaplain want to chaplain me
Told me confess sins it'll be alright
I told him fuck him, the warden and his white Christ
Called him a faggot, said he ain't living right
What kind of re-ligion don't allow man a wife?
You a boy lover father, that ain't right
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