times like these I feel an animal deep inside Heel to haunch on bended knees Living on if and if I tried Somebody send me please Dream wars and a ticket
fear Alone you stand with nobody near When a trembling distant voice, unclear Startles your sleeping ears to hear That somebody thinks They really found you. A
Shadows been word One win a hand To sell it thru their thick little back let clock, It's a, It's a passage way to drive, walk or run thru, Or the wind
inside It keeps coming from the inside It keeps coming from the inside It keeps coming from the inside It keeps coming from the inside It keeps coming from the inside
really thought that sharks would need it I thought they'd make their peace Bite it, bleed it, kill it, eat it But I was wrong, every living being deserves a
cunt, errect a dick in it's place. You have come inside of me, bloodied and vicitimized my matrilinear history. Justification in my rage, Born into hope then led to a
one, I love you I dream pitch black, sleep of misery A ghost across the mist, she come to set me free An angel in my world, now she has to bleed A river
left you alone. There's something about you, it's there in your eyes, Everything I'm looking for I seem to find. All this time away is killing me inside
'm that loser on the couch, watching Springer and getting head Dreaming about a better time, better place, better life Looking for that quick fix, and tweeking all night Just killing
a gun can bust slugs any nigga with a red shirt can front like a blood even Puffy smoked a motherfucker up in the club but only a real thug can stab
nigga with a gun, can bust slugs any nigga with a red shirt can front like a blood even Puffy smoked the motherfucker up in a club but only a real thug
I don't respond with answers that fit a script So the repetition'll make a nigga flip We in the game of smoke and mirrors, those engineerin a bigger spliff
Ortiz* No I Dont Respond Wit Answers That Fit A Script So The Repitition Will Make A Nigga Flip We In The Game Of Smokin Mirrors Those Engineering A
a sting It's hard to keep control, I bless those who seek a scroll Trying to reach a whole nation and break the sleeper hold Not a role model, I walk
dooms darkest destiny my lust to mutilate, subjugate and abuse i satisfy with torn flesh from a barbed wire noose a sledgehammer to the ribcage a hacksaw
soft as a mane of needles His orifice icicles hemorrhaged By combing her torso to a pile Perspired the trophy shelves made room for his collapse She was a
she washed down the hatching Gizzard soft as a mane of needles His orifice icicles hemmoraged By combing her torso to a pile Perspired the trophy shelves made room for his collapse She was a