what's the pressure principle Attack the enemies at every interval And keep our casualties at a minimal Camouflaged down now I launch my offensive To arm leg-a
stacking funds, fuck selling out I got my nigga's with me You got a problem with something I say then come get me I'm in a southern city sipping on
demonstration Of our anguish This empty laughter Has no reason Like a bottle Of your favorite poison We are the last call And we're so pathetic Desperate
you down on the front line Such a sight for sore eyes, you're a suicide makeover Plastic eyes, lookin' through a numbskull Self-effaced, what's his face
it will not say goodbye just like it didn't say hello There will not be a send-off, a funeral or a mass Just a pathetic little vodka from a dirty little
never be a spy, 'cause you're just a plain stoolie I am the Lyte "A-a-as a rock" L Y, L L Y T E I am the Lyte "A-a-as a rock" L Y, L L Y T E I'm a slave, I'm a
'Cos that's all we can have, yes it's all we can trust It's a hell of a ride but a journey to dust And there's nothing pathetic listing clothes she'
in the stinkin' heat Train loads full of moldy bread Millions will still go unfed Acres full of dying wheat Burning brightly at our feet A billion tons
thousand words and eight hours at the wonder of a face behind a screen type typing away... you living is a waste of a perfectly healthy heart... you showed me what love is, a
face Look at this picture everyday You with your doubt, me with my big mouth Welcome home, you never been gone for so long come home and be a mother
gonna die for a dead lie (one shot, two shot down) a smelly cunt, pathetic prick a fare for the carnival two midgets are fucking slime (one shot, two shot down) your face
until you drop You're pathetic, you hypocrite I'll stick your face in the shit What's it gonna take to designate Rearrange, twist up the fate A new method
Spreading, claiming a victim's plea Don't find me misleading, deceiving I am what I seem, a symbol a product a broken culture But bruised, stoned, drunk
from a bar You called me hippie and bum You wanted to nail my face so hard Another Pilgrim gone so wrong Bimbo, another way to shine Lolita, you pathetic
a bar You called me hippie and bum You wanted to nail my face so hard Another Pilgrim gone so wrong Bimbo, another way to shine Lolita, you pathetic
60's. Favors are flying, faces are falling, all I desire is to never be waiting. If that's a crime let's commit it. There's a new crime, sexual suicide
Why is everybody always pickin' on me? (Why is everybody always pickin' on me?) Does anybody really know a thing about me? (Does anybody really know a
my baby allows it some may call me pathetic if she anit yours, you wont get it don't for a second i'm being insecure but when its so real, its a love