Roots manuva the falling lyrics

Guns, Bitches, Hoes, Crack

Death and disease and a baseball bat

STD that have no names 

Down in the clinic with headfull of shame

Russian roulette with a naked flame

Dangerously slow but in the fast lane

A big nose bleed and a bag of cocaine

Just got the news about the tumour in my brain

Just dont care so we sniff it all the same

Just caught my best friend sleeping with my girlfriend Jane

Now were thinkin of a way to get them slain

Asassins for hire they shall get paid

2 G 3 G whatever it cost

None of those fools should of got me cross

I'm just about ready for a treacherous thing

Hand grenade on the plane looks another dunblane



Mass murdering brains on the floor

Your dead cos i said you shouldn't live no more

You done and made me lose my cool

Wheres my tool, who's the bigger fool

Roadrage, pavementrage all kinda rage

You'll be lucky if you get to see some old age

Every other days a good day to die

Be carefull if you love your lives

You don't know nothing

You don't see nothing

You dont be nothing

You don't do nothing

But we all gotta be someone and somebody

But everybody here cant be that rich

You know the saying lifes a bitch

I got my finger on the trigger with a nervous twitch

Keep your mouth shut let me dig this ditch

Dont you be a stupid bitch



I took a blunt knife and took a piece of my heart

Thats my sacrifice, my wayward device

It sound mad though,my self mutilation

Like Dr Forster on his very first patient

The Gods aint happy cos man is praising himself

Planning to get to heaven with that earthly wealth

Blood money, drug money nobody budge money

Mass fertility souls on the guillotine

Meantime I unravell calling Jimmy Savelle

Come fix my epitomy I'm bitterly the bitterness