We play the early bird. Their schemes are absurd, buy in and get burned. We discern at day?s end we?re just food for the worms, so we work at what we
white light splits Theraputic, fiend for the music Floating on the last boat sent from the cruise ship it saves your soul It's time to take this show on the road It
Too soon the killing was over The stench of death was all that remained Death he commands in this poison land Distributing pain The choking sky, black
with smart chips that wanna vaccinate us Make us fat and racists, mad and rapists, glad it breaks us So she cages us like larouche in the bottom of her blackest
blackness, even blacker than every age before, by astral wings of the great ancient beast. See the stars drown in fire... Astral creature, the being of flames, black
do do do do Do do do do do do Today I saw a kid torture a cat Too much leisure Teenage Norman Rockwell paints it black! How did the chain get started
Betty-shook worm, tryin to shake the hook, as the world turn Nigga burn, once again the supersperm Rub it in your skin, like it's Lubriderm, time took
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Gutter living with precision them busters know they phoney Flipp my profit keep on rockin' it for my dead homies They wanna follow my shadow and waddle in mudd It
territory Gutter living with precision them busters know they phoney Flip my profit keep on rockin' it for my dead homies They wanna follow my shadow and waddle in mud It
ain't it You could paint it how you may, but I remain this gangsta 'til the day I lay where the worms stay I spit it for my nigga's sake I spit it for
do do do do Do do do do do do Today I saw a kid Torture a cat Too much leisure Teenage Norman Rockwell Paints it black How did the chain get started
it go makin money makin that doe down in the dirty south thats how it go makin money stackin that doe yhh i done said said it b4 but i guess it best
lick so quick, they think I love this shit It's real life gutter livin', nigga comin' straight from the brain Some handle the pressure and others break from the pain It
womb of the worm they lie Of the womb, of the worm Of the womb, of the worm Of the womb, of the worm ...
' crook Betty shook worm, tryin' to shake the hook As the world turn nigga burn Once again the supersperm Rub it in your skin, like it's Lubriderm Time
shelf The swell black box with the silver plate he'd picked out for hisself And I packed it full of grub and hooch and I slung it on the sleigh Then
through your left clavical Melt swizz suits and paint the avenue's Havoc How you want it? Bent Scheme or straight blunted Many are rare, rore, Havoc has just over done it
