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Sick Dogs Collide With Your Stride

Break Them Off A Left And Then Right

Fight All Over These Streets

Till I Meet Defeat I'm With These

Blocks That Rock So Many

Wanted By Most Ain't Touched By Any Foes

Inside Circles

Attacking Like Packs Of Real Sick Dogs

Running Wild, Crazy

Sick In The Head Get Out Of Hand Daily

Sick Dogs Got One Screw Missing

Are You A Pelón Psyclone On A Mission?

Sick Dogs We Run Deep Creep Come Up

While You Sleep

The Strong Pray On The Weak Drop Your Heat

And Protect Yourself Defend Yourself

Stop The Shoot Up

Tatted Down Saying Fuck The Jura

You're A Sick Dog



Running Right Through Your City Of Sin

Look Alive As We All Fall In

Some Might Fall When The Circle Spins

And Who Knows When The Show Will End

Look At You Throw Against Somebody

Run Around And Around Fighting

Hand To Hand Combat Is Starting

And You With No Combat Skills Are Falling

For Real You Know We Get Down

In Sick-ass World Downtown Killing Fields

Learn Soldier Grills

Fuck' Em All Up On The Street Real Quick

But Don't Kill

Ill Mutha-fuckas Will Make You Feel That Fear

Hold Still

Some Might Stand And Some Might Fall

What Kind Of Man Are You?

We're Sick Dogs



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Dance Of The Dead Results In Code Red

Fatal Blows To Your Whole Head

City Troops Are Sent And Violently

Answer Calls But They're All Scared

Beware Of The Cold Hard Stare

Of A Sick-ass Man Who Ain't All There

I Dare The Dogs Of Law

To Come Inside My World They All Fall

I Lead The Rest Of The Pack

And Send Them On Commands Of Attack

Once You Run There's No Way Back

And We Can't Let You Go Fuck That

Don't Spare The Lives Of Enemies

On These War Frontlines They All Die

War Pigs And Us Don't Mix

Watch'em All Drop In The Pit



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