All My Friends Are Dead

All my friends are dead, all my, all my friends are dead
All my friends are dead, all my, all my friends are dead

Ride with me in them streets with me
Wanna be like me, take three bullets and see
How long you can last when death stops your path
When death stops your path, when death stops your path
Yo, so many act like they know me
So many wanna talk tough like they got something for me
So many act like they hard to fight
Typing [?] on their keyboards, stay online (Gangsta?)
So many in it for their giant egos
Baby, that game's see-through like a peep hole
Caught your little peep show, first act same as the last
Think that trick'll make you some bread? Don't make me laugh
It ain't easy when death your only friend
Everyone you meet end up in a coffin
And you left living your best with death in tow
Every day another circus side show with dead folks
Dead hopes, dead dreams, and dead schemes
Now what I tell you 'bout fucking with dead things?
Terror dead brings, cold as ice, [?] like a death ray
When you gone, no more time to pray, let me hear you say

All my friends are dead, they still riding with me, riding with me
All my friends are dead, they still riding with, it ain't all in my head
Too many, too many, too many dead friends
Where does it, where does it, how does it all end?
I go to pieces, put me back together again
Climb out the hole that they buried me in

All my friends are cold to the touch
Lost in the darkness and void of such
Still riding with me manually, stick shift and clutch
Old school 70's on that Starsky and Hutch
Still talking to 'em Amityville like George Lutz
Hear and speak everyone late [?] weeks and a month
Telling me to kill 'em all, draw my arm and heed the battle call
Every stiff is equipped and in it for the long haul
Long range, never short change to aim
Never second guess the count of slugs spraying your way
That shit be your last day with [?] in my pathway
Gun power blood spray, come on let me hear you say

All my friends are dead, they still riding with me, riding with me
All my friends are dead, they still riding with, it ain't all in my head
Too many, too many, too many dead friends
Where does it, where does it, how does it all end?
I go to pieces, put me back together again
Climb out the hole that they buried me in

All my friends are dead, all my, all my friends are dead
All my friends are dead, all my, all my friends are dead