sit down and shut up so i can sing you your fucking love song. yeah so sit down and listen to me. i've got something to say. you took that line with
read. learn. love. hate. fist. fuck. remember. rape. flesh. burn. scar. murder. innocent. cry. laugh. face. smash. kill the smile. bones. broken. wound
smell the rose. sweet inspiration. does it make you want to fuck? then go fuck yourself. you're scarred with imperfection, but aren't we all? harder.
worn down to the slate. i want to taste lead on my lips. flooded with abscent actions of seductive thoughts. can you stare at me and tell me these ideas
death to your king in his glorified horror. killing time. bathing in his own beautiful sin. kill your maker and the shadows will unleash a forgotten
what are you swinging for? swing for the fences or sit down. break the fence and then another. bloody face look away. cornered in an empty room. with
pennies from heaven and now the sky is falling. i've cut the throat of purity with twisted thoughts of perversion. naked perfection become my wrath.
will mend itself again, but when will its figure die? pierced through the heart. i watch the red elixir spill from the center of its life. i depict eighteen visions
peel this flesh from my face ripping you from my mind. pull back the layers of skin. knee deep in piss. crawling in spit. i thirst for life. i've watched
she held my hand on a rainy day in hollywood listening to isola talk. and she let go on a rainy day in hollywood listening to isola talk. she said to
can't see them. the dreams and lives that lay within. saturated. beloved victim's stories told. you'll just read them. execution at its best. a dynasty
Dance Bum rush the speaker that booms I'm killin your brain like a poisonous mushroom Deadly, when I play a dope melody Anything less that the best
fire, let me get chunky and charred Like a piece of wood and dem spirits got the mutant's mind I'm gettin paranoid and steady lookin for the time It's eight
when niggas knew the art of war (Shan!!!) Rough rhymes that's what gave the hard the core Now it's all good best friends became gladiators Matter fact
: [talking] This some of that Ghet-O-Vision shit man FUCK these niggaz, WHAT! WHAT! WHAT! (C'mon, c'mon, c'mon) yeah (C'mon, c'mon, c'mon) yeah, uhh
So the mutants traveled North of the equator Called Europeans later, the first race haters So here's the Devil's alpha to the beta Cause history's best
to the wood grain in my labo I go the extra mile, my flow scaffolds Crew cuts, the older niggas, the same rumors, just the same goons When niggas catch visions
But you can't make a hoe a housewife And when it all boils down you gonna find in the end A bitch is a bitch, but a dog is a man's best friend So what
