Chamber Spins Three

Chamber Spins Three - Biohazard

It's a motherf**king homicide just deserts

A shotgun pointed right where it hurts

From the inside the ones you can trust

You got connected to a serious bust

You thought you were a hustler

A boy that was rude

But now you're in the dirt

Can of underground worm food

Stupid motherf**ker

You thought you would last

Well you took the wrong path

Now your name is in the past

Your name is in the past

Another f**king lowlife connected to the first

A crooked cop on the take

Nothing could be worse

Twenty one gun salute

The widow lays the wreath

The whole police department

Covered up he was a thief

Yeah the city's finest

Caught in deepest s**t

Never thought the day

Would come bang a f**king hit

You call yourself the finest in the city huh

For scum like you

I have no f**king pity

No f**king pity

You f**king scumbag piece of s**t

Die motherf**ker

Pushing and scamming

Distribute all your poison

You call yourself a man well

You're nothing but a boy son

Real man works hard

Starves to climb the ropes

Not killing for money

On the corner selling **

Money isn't everything

I guess it was to you

Did you control your own life

Or greed controlled you

For the lives that you destroyed

So morally depraved

For the people you left grieving

I spit on your grave

So it seems

This is the system and

I'm sorry to say

Dealers pay the cops to turn

And look the other way

Everybody scratches

And tries to get ahead

You took the easy way

It is easy being dead

The chamber spins three

Grab the trigger then you pull it

The game is called roulette

And you just won the bullet

Pushing and scamming

Distribute all your poison

You call yourself a man well

You're nothing but a boy son

Real man works hard

Starves to climb the ropes

Not killing for money

On the corner selling **

Money isn't everything

I guess it was to you

Did you control your own life

Or greed controlled you

For the lives that you destroyed

So morally depraved

For the people you left grieving

I spit on your grave

So it seems

This is the system and I'm sorry to say

Dealers pay the cops to turn

And look the other way

On both sides of the law

Justice has been done

Not by a judge and jury

But by the trigger of a gun

So it seems

This is the system and I'm sorry to say

Dealers pay the cops to turn

And look the other way

On both sides of the law

Justice has been done

Not by a judge and jury

But by the trigger of a gun