Artist: Seagram f/ Bushwick Bill, Vell, Ganksta Nip Album: The Dark Roads Song: Wages of Sin Typed by: OHHLA.com [Bushwick Bill] Yo! Bushwick Bill in the mothafucking house... 69 Vill straight mobbing... Tru Black got my back...Lil J...5th Ward Texas... Wait till they get a load of me... Ooh shit, I woke up on the wrong side of bed today Looking for some homo sapiens to slay Lost in panic thoughts, frantic killings now I'm sought But I give a fuck, fool, I'm the hunter not the hunted Bushwick's the name, Geto Boy executioner Terminator, murder revolutioner Street stalker cause of a metamorphosis Late night rapes, bodies found in the forest No clues left behind, a fool from the dark side Continious killings, many unsolved homicides No ordinary kid got a top of no ????? Kidnapped his kid like permanently dispossessed The controversy falls around Bushwick the Hacksaw Command planned slayings with no flaws... When death knocks on your door And wants to come in, time to pay up, motherfuckers These are the wages of sin... Yo, Vell, tell these niggas what the wages of sin is out here in Oaktown... 69 Vill in the house... [Vell] I've been stairing to death ever since I was a youth The wages of sin never said I was bullet proof Cause I'm a killer, no doubt, so don't front I get visions of niggas being shipped to a morgue truck I get specific when I go on a mission I get straight to the point like the head of Coalition, decisions... Always make me for a blast a motherfucker Boom, boom, boom, anotha... Brother put to sleep real quick cause I don't play I do this shit for many hours a day, so hey! So visualize the fact: I'm too swift I'm down with young Seag, Bushwick and Ganksta Nip So in this battle, bitch, you won't never win These are the wages of sin... Think about it, motherfucker and listen up to my partner from South Park... Ganksta Nip, kick some of that psychotic shit for their asses... [Ganksta Nip] Psychotic thoughts, vision dead in my head Bloooood from a bulldog's left leg Terribly crazy, take none from a bitch Satanic switch left 2 dead in the ditch Mental illusions, spirit blood better be it If I see a dead head my first mind is to eat it A killing in hotel makes the Devil shout A human checks in but a corpse checks out A Lyrical wizard, rhyme skills like a mad witch Arms, legs, hmmmm, a society sandwich Man from Atlantis doing South Park crimes Every other day Triple-6 dies 50 times 1 plus 1 equals two legs and a hat 2 plus 2 equals 4 heads on a black cat Savage beast with no meat in my chin Death is the wages of sin, bitch... Now we comes to the mothafucking pay off... My nigga Seag is the Devil so Devil speak... [Seagram] Deranged thoughts fill my head as I lay in bed Satanic killings brings misery and dread Pentagram symbol printed in my right palm Silence is wisdom and sane but I remain calm Mental ????? ????? ????? ????? ????? Chained down in my basement for a pathophysical torture Caucasians and asians are joining my concentration Satan persuaded outstanding termination... For moding path, sacraficing souls, swinging bold with an axe I attempt to apprehend but she was cautious Late walks and stalks leaves the murders often Killed the person, stabbed from my hellbound pitchfork Walked on the path of Satan, come on and come forth What's ya began? You are my sin but to comprehend... You are counted for your actions, the wages of sin... [Bushwick Bill] Listen up my brothas and sistas...Look, listen, observe... We are all out here working hard under the sun... Trying to make it the best way we know how but all we working is towards death... And these are the wages of sin...