BURN THE END AND FALL AWAY TRY TO LOOK THE BEST TO PORTRAY THIS DEATH THE AIR AROUND ME IS CLOUDY, SMELLS LIKE CANCER SEEMS LIKE MY NEED TO BE SOMETHING
Everything comes to an end. Castrate my tool, store it safely in a jewel case and throw away the key. Separation has tainted my comely sunny skies.
to you, tryin to keep it true What if I'm wrong, a trick to keep me on and on Tryin to be strong and in the process, keep you goin I'm bout to lose my
so close, it's almost hard to believe When you're up close, it blinds you brilliantly Just one rush can change your life forever Just one push can end
: Pride and pity play no part of the process. Like allegiance lost in hellfire, I've lost it all. Tell the maker of my grave that I'm not dead. There
and knock the hair up off your chest (Beeyaa!) My shocks from your brain, threw a fucked up mess Unless, I put the potato on the end of the barrel And
don't make me go to see my favorite singer without my best friend, if you don't take this ticket I'll end up going to the concert with ?Mr. Hannah Montana
realize You underestimated the Ice You thought that I was OK But now you realize I'm nice But that's alright Cause I knew I'd mke it in the end Those
for me" I'll do you one better and slay these niggaz faithfully Murder is a tough thing to digest, it's a slow process and I ain't got nothin but time
the end of the tracks Where the fountains close (This is the end of time) This is the end of the tracks Where the fountains close (This is the end of
drunk in those days, I truly was amazed how I got up enough to make tunes. People cheered me. It was Foreign, then came Low End Theory. People quickly
finalizing your entrance Into the exit hall It's too late to stop the process It is irreversable Solitary confinment will end it all
ain't the host my nigga, you have the access to the most Noted flow on Shady's faction And I ain't being cocky, if so accept my apology Except, know I process
Farm Pigs, we are a Terry Gilliam film We are fear Oligarchy, we are wolves in wolves' clothing, we are this planet's kidney stones In the process
thought process I own It's time to take it home Looking at the valley where everybody grinds I understand the purpose but there is no end in sight There
carry the memory. In the same way they burnt the books and history was erased. When they behold is was too late, the sickening process was running out
Fascination and disgust are twins in the same hell Why should it end so fast? Tonight, beyond the gates of death, I'll break the oblivion process No
me up in here, aaight? Yeah. Uhh. Uhh. Uhh. Verse 1 First and foremost let's distinguish the boys from the men The start to a end, a foe from a friend
