Oaken rod system show me sloping earlobes
The patient unlisted bit my lip sir
Basing the feeling off weed, Go!
But my Achilles is a shortly written poem
Go loco, slow from dro, broke your nose
Scraping my bristle missile
Go loco, slow from dro, broke your nose
Scraping my bristle missile, Go!
My cost is cheap
My words are deep
Cutting right through your soul
Its sad to see the lights burn out
Its sad to see the lights burn out
Sad to see burn away, my words unchanged
Another sucker punch
You were late for dinner, I was late for lunch
You wanna know the truth?
I eat a lotta soup
Whats it like to punch a drum?
So belong and hold it tightly son
You wanna know the truth?
I eat a lotta soup
Oh, no
Such slow stoic teeth of mine
Box him in, uncle Leo is between your thighs
Youre soakin rusting these slope driven pots n pans
No time to rush him, delete my deleted land
Yo, who proves to me, to believe what you need without me?
Who proves to believe in me?
Yo, who proves to believe without me?
Dont believe that youre with me, just to believe
Just to and just to and just to and just to believe
Blow up your lungs
Let your mouth fill with blood
Stop! Hang on my every word
Because I promise Im coming back
I blocked your three point shot, you get caught napping a lot
Your handles worse than Chris A, when hes high on pot
Youre like an epileptic version of a ballet dancer
KG might say that you have cancer
Blow up your lungs
Let your mouth fill with blood
Stop! Hang on my every word
Because I promise Im coming back
Blow up your lungs
Let your mouth fill with blood
Stop! Hang on my every word
Because I promise its gonna be your last