Back Alley Trial

Judge a man Not by what he possesses But how he treats those With nothing to offer I have judged you You'll pay with your life Walk through the valley I fear no pestilence You can run from me but you can't escape your conscience No amount of penance will absolve you of your penitance I have found you guilty and I don't need evidence Live by the knife die by the sword Brainless aim this stainless Leave your head fuckin cored Painless paint the picture of your skull getting bored Dead before you hit the floor ill make fuckin sure It's PR in the house bitch pu pu pu Judge a man Not by what he possesses But how he treats those With nothing to offer I have judged you You'll pay with your life Another fucking drop you're refusing to spare You're causing a drought but you don't fucking care Nothing left to gain excess you won't share You will know pain you will suffer I swear Paying the price for obsession with power Your verdict is greed in the city of flowers Your sentence will be served at the end of a hammer The last number you'll see is 45. caliber On your knees begging for your life I'll spit right in your fucking face I'll leave you tied up in front of the mirror So you can watch yourself rot