الأغاني:
Walking With Strangers Dead Hands

well For the white horse of heroin will ride you to Hell, to Hell Will ride you to Hell until you are dead Dead, brother, dead This is a revolution

the graveyard, we'll walk amongst the dead On a midnight odyssey riding in my head I'm not your enemy, girl, I'm your friend Come with me on a journey

s My flows is North Pole cold My hands got area's that fits snow Doc, fixin' hoes in disco's My dogs let 'em walk with ripped clothes Shows, Niggas pack

of my own and I won't throw stones so I get back what I give reach for the two homeboy go ahead you wanna be dead, homie be dead who am I to be thinking

If you walk away I walk away First tell me which road you will take I don't want to risk our paths crossing someday So you walk that way I'll walk this

I can say, this the game I chose For this European car and these name brand clothes Get respect from these niggaz, spit game at hoes Come down with a bounce and a strange

Everything got real slow, I ain't hear shit, my word At least forty seconds, I stay dead stiff I pound him with the gun out, Big Din came, opened my hand

ya nigga Teals in the field in this beel son I'ma have to feel one On the run with a gun, can't walk with it down and can't conceal one What to do

Walk hand in hand with the dead carnival Dead carney, carnies, dead juggalos Walk hand in hand with the dead carnival Come see the show, big top show Walk