Grotesque, crippled, carved up carcass Evil controlling my mind The fear of dying expired of life, to vomit the soul I am dead within myself The end
in the heightness Rep life, graf artists and ghetto writers united Starvin' with one table and no mic And still get it on bombin' and flow nice Spit vomit
What is rock? Rock is the area between the balls And the anus of a dom or other man What is rock? Rock is the possibility of choking on your own vomit
injury As a present, as a spiritual gold To buy your place in heaven I spit at your god's face I piss on the cross I vomit on the holy bible I shit on
than you I'm harder to beat Probably 'cause I live by the art of for keeps I get indicted after my product's released We a different form, a different centrifugal force
over my face scream for me I have to kill you to fulfil my needs Reduce your form to a vomitous mass Carnage and entrails all over I force your corpse
most apparent of solutions "Drowned in own blood," the cause of death Internal bleeding makes you wretch And causes a foul regurgitation Vomiting chyme
carnage you abhor Is the vocation we adore As we drain another oozing sore Bringing revulsion to the fore As the vomit stains on the floor Forevermore
the fuck they'll do for money no mother fucking dignity a piece of shit subordinate is all you'll fucking ever be forced oral sex until you fucking vomit
bitin' You ol style Nibblin wagon Jumpin braggin Skill gnawing Chainsaw jawed bandit Moet drinking Too high off weed For proper Thinking, sinking Drowning your own vomit
, into the ghetto canyons "Antisocial" that's their only slang political correct on their stamps Roast our bodies sharp! Bon appetite! Swallow our souls to vomit it! And the forces
, it's not our fault Create the force, we got no fear Lock the doors, we're engineers Awaiting to suffocate, purchasing the program Vomiting the pollution
la la la la la la [Joe Budden - Verse 2:] Listen up as the center reports my inner thoughts are like a inner war headaches act as a trembling force
each second. For days I've swallowed the hours. Striking worth into the air with words like arrows that were stuck into my knees; To pin me to the chair, to force
and organs after years fill this cesspool acidic paste eats your body, Toxic jelly from rot, Blood, pus, and liquids internal excrete into this mess vomit
Sorcery to give me force Towards the church I feel no remorse Invoking satan for my work this night Now you will feel hell's might Witch hunt to destroy
first Convinced Marco to asphyxiate Tiberius with his cum stained sheets. Gaius new Caesar of Rome. Raped at birth sacred curse, gladiator man of force
your life is hanging by a thread nightmares leave you screaming so real, but who can tell? nausea, the sickened state your life's a living hell swimming in your vomit