Letras:
Bush Dead Meat

: your dead meat your dead meat your dead meat your your dead meat from former days I am your crisis blue asbestos in your veins I'm your broken fingers

your dead meat your dead meat your dead meat your your dead meat from former days I am your crisis blue asbestos in your veins I'm your broken fingers

butcher, and you bleed a man You bang up and badger and blood-let a man And then I come along On the feet of man And halfway laugh and cry About the meat

with the reek of the compost, as the livig try hard to retain what the dead lost, with double dead sickness from writing at what cost and business and

hunt of a job they stood that blizzardy wind. Hungry and cold they knocked on the doors of the workin' people around For a piece of meat and a carrot

a butcher and you bleed a man You bang up and badger and blood let a man Then I come along on the feet of man And half way laugh and cry 'bout the meat

this gangsta shit And it ain't because I'm a bitch, it's because I ain't a bitch I don't endanger people that I'm with I'm a general, I ain't Bush I

him who tell him seh me a frien him (one sentence). Lawd-a-mercy (another line goes here, not sure what hes sayin) So wah, Well 1. Boy now ya dead and inna bush

paying no taxes I'll stick your girl, agnus Flipmode bring the madness Platinum status, rampage I'm the baddest Check the credit, yo you might as well dead