Текст песни All Day (feat. Twiztid) - Axe Murder Boyz
All
day,
each
and
every
which
way.
We
spit
flames,
steady
playin'
a
sick
game!
All
day,
each
and
every
which
way.
We
spit
flames,
steady
playin'
a
sick
game!
Otis:
I'm
hiding
out
in
the
dark
in
all
of
them
cemetary
places
And
I
put
tattoo
teardrops
on
all
the
dead
bodie's
faces
Cause
it
is
they
who
cry
for
us
and
if
I
may
bust
And
seperate
all
the
hate
from
those
who
are
down
with
us
and
when
I
say
"Rush!"
It's
like
a
thousand
knives
and
hatchets
to
your
head
It's
the
Ginsu-nami
makin'
these
black
streets
red
(what
I
said?)
The
dead
meets
and
plot
so
be
afraid
We're
makin'
zombies
with
bodies
and
then
unleash
what
we
made,
it's
all
day!
Monoxide:
All
of
my
lifetime,
waitin'
and
gradually
seperatin'
all
of
the
rational
thinkin'
from
out
of
my
mind
Rewind
and
everybody
comes
to
find
out
that
that's
why
people
like
you
die
or
either
hide
out
I
got
you
glowin'
and
I'm
squeezin'
like
Darth
Vader
And
I'm
hopin'
now
that
I
can
introduce
you
to
your
maker.
All
it
takes
is
a
little
bit
of
my
hate
to
get
it
goin'
from
zero
to
fuckin'
totally
insane
And
I'm
knowin'
that
-
Chorus
x
2:
All
day,
each
and
every
which
way.
We
spit
flames,
steady
playin'
a
sick
game!
Who
want
it?
WHAT?
Step
and
you
get
FUCKED
UP
Whoever
want
it
with
US
LIKE
WHAT
Want
it
with
US
LIKE
WHAT
Bonez
Dubb:
Lazy
eyes
that
be
lookin'
in
all
directions
My
crazy
mind
that
you
can't
get
with
no
connections
Protection
is
brought
to
me
from
the
dead
It's
an
army
of
the
anti-life,
so
what's
ahead
Is
a
muthafuckin'
beat
down,
we
stick
around
All
the
wack
can
hate
And
change
pace
after
we
murderin'
all
the
snakes
and
fakes
Keepin'
it
wicked,
but
don't
know
if
it's
enough
I'm
takin'
a
picture
of
the
sickest
form
of
love,
it's
fucked
up!
Madrox:
I'm
all
day,
24/7
like
7/11
spittin'
venom
on
a
mission
to
get
to
heaven
We
hellish
and
people
relish
the
transition
of
a
scrub
To
a
kamakaze
who
got
little
to
no
love
(What?)
What
you
got?
Nothin',
I'm
bein'
positive
I
ain't
even
trippin',
my
whole
lifestyle
is
monsterous
As
a
hatchet
with
a
broken
handle
and
a
course
blade
Your
wig
belongs
to
us,
consider
your
debt
paid.
ALL
DAY!
Chorus
x
4:
All
day,
each
and
every
which
way.
We
spit
flames,
steady
playin'
a
sick
game!
Who
want
it?
WHAT?
Step
and
you
get
FUCKED
UP
Whoever
want
it
with
US
LIKE
WHAT
Want
it
with
US
LIKE
WHAT
Альбом
Blood in Blood Out
1 Blood In
2 Heatseeker
3 Selfish
4 Scream My Name
5 West Side Wicked
6 God Only Knows
7 Takin' It Away
8 Old Girl
9 All Day (feat. Twiztid)
10 Chips 'n Dip
11 Still Alive
12 Calm Down (feat. ICP)
13 Right Now
14 See Thru (feat. Blaze Ya Dead Homie)
15 Honor
16 Blood Out
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