Rise from yo graves Grab yo guns and yo white slaves Grab the nuns and the killas Anarchy up in this place Say hello politely then stick a gun upinyoface Kick in your front door Spray the blind man wit some mace You be asking please no more But Death will always win the race And as fast as you run you will only get a taste Blaze yo guns real high Make the fire touch the sky It may be your time to live But you will surely wanna die This time you will be looking With eyes that cannot see Then Grim will have you For all Eternity.