Letras:
Broken Cord

the gangstas, Langston Hughes My poems' about broken homes and Jesus peaces Dope is the Popes in Rome Poetical field, thug overtone, it's like what, yo? Bring it home, we both go gone Pre-cord

mean to damage your ego You faggots wanna rassle I shove a fucking jar of vaseline up inside your asshole And rope it shut with a lasso Couple of crushed lexapro broken

his place If felt quite deserted I climbed the stairs to where His body lay without motion No spirit lives in there The cord had been broken His skin

s no lie Solar energize, mineralize food flowin through my mothers tube I'm covered in this thick layer of goo Month two was the least most comfortable My umbilical cord

, at night we will never fall again never hide so small and when you remember where we've been we'll never fall again to loose the broken heart and

hand on my suicide, one hand on the rose. I know you've heard it's over now and war must surely come, the cities they are broke in half and the middle

inside ?Hey you need a ride you look like a nice guy?? ?Thank god you stopped I'm just goin to town Because a couple miles back my car broke down But

I begin my attack the battered body broken your stump is torn in half a rotten pile of steach a cold and bloody death chopping your broken soul hacking

whatever make money now he married to that cage Divorce is not an option and prenumptual is void Eat up what ever after but I'm tangled in my cord (