All Day Lyrics - Singles - (amb)

All day, each and every which way. 

We spit flames, steady playin' a sick game! 

All day, each and every which way. 

We spit flames, steady playin' a sick game! 

Otis: 

I'm hiding out in the dark in all of them cemetary places 

And I put tattoo teardrops on all the dead bodie's faces 

Cause it is they who cry for us and if I may bust 

And seperate all the hate from those who are down with us and when I say "Rush!" 

It's like a thousand knives and hatchets to your head 

It's the Ginsu-nami makin' these black streets red (what I said?) 

The dead meets and plot so be afraid 

We're makin' zombies with bodies and then unleash what we made, it's all day! 

Monoxide: 

All of my lifetime, waitin' and gradually seperatin' all of the rational thinkin' from out of my mind 

Rewind and everybody comes to find out that that's why people like you die or either hide out 

I got you glowin' and I'm squeezin' like Darth Vader 

And I'm hopin' now that I can introduce you to your maker. 

All it takes is a little bit of my hate to get it goin' from zero to fuckin' totally insane 

And I'm knowin' that - 

Chorus x 2: 

All day, each and every which way. 

We spit flames, steady playin' a sick game! 

Who want it? WHAT? 

Step and you get FUCKED UP 

Whoever want it with US 

LIKE WHAT 

Want it with US 

LIKE WHAT 

Bonez Dubb: 

Lazy eyes that be lookin' in all directions 

My crazy mind that you can't get with no connections 

Protection is brought to me from the dead 

It's an army of the anti-life, so what's ahead 

Is a muthafuckin' beat down, we stick around 

All the wack can hate 

And change pace after we murderin' all the snakes and fakes 

Keepin' it wicked, but don't know if it's enough 

I'm takin' a picture of the sickest form of love, it's fucked up! 

Madrox: 

I'm all day, 24/7 like 7/11 spittin' venom on a mission to get to heaven 

We hellish and people relish the transition of a scrub 

To a kamakaze who got little to no love (What?) 

What you got? Nothin', I'm bein' positive 

I ain't even trippin', my whole lifestyle is monsterous 

As a hatchet with a broken handle and a course blade 

Your wig belongs to us, consider your debt paid. ALL DAY! 

Chorus x 4: 

All day, each and every which way. 

We spit flames, steady playin' a sick game! 

Who want it? WHAT? 

Step and you get FUCKED UP 

Whoever want it with US 

LIKE WHAT 

Want it with US 

LIKE WHAT