: By and by the way of an explanation Cast a drift of the shores of shotter's nation I had a lick, it caved my skull in like a brick Oh now what use
you just found the right superheroes to take care of that shit Mothafucker [EightBall] Head rush and green stinky Feelin' like a niga dropped a mickey Drink
it all coming back after you. now you want to take it back, you think you might have fucked up. waking dreams of concrete, deafening panic, cracked skull
the skull Felt the urge, now my heart's full I crave gore, I'll eat your guts I love gore, blood drives me nuts I drink blood, I don't like water Intestines
frozen six pack with exacto Knives, strangling wives with pig lasso Few bags of the the grass, zig zags, I'm with the doc so You know how that go, skull
Another four thousand tears Everyday he hunts to kill You know he can't help himself Same routine time after time A way to seize the wealth Drinking
82, beat it beat it through ya skull in the back of shit alley. get ready for me to grab your drink and show you my grand finale. Been accused of being
c'mon ya'll If there's money in your pocket And your walkin tall make your way to the bar And get your poison chose And drink it old school style In
: Why, every time I reach for the sky I can only reach so high, why why, every time I head-but a brick wall I always crack my skull, why why, every
laughing] (I am the West, Cube!) (Got another one) (I be tellin these niggaz and bitches on the bottom) (They need to drink some of this Kool-Aid) (Drink
Why does it have to be so damn tuff? I don't know where I can go To let these ghosts out of my skull My grandmas past, my brothers gone I never at once
cry (Los Angeles is dead, the drugs ain't working) Riot in my skull, demons are coming L.A. your dead, the drugs ain't working [???], genes/jeans for drinking
: mortuary filled with my dead a temptation to kill again before and after death I drink your blood the carnivore of human flesh the cannibal within
: From the grave I will escape Maggots crawl from out my skull The worms they feed upon my brain The life I lost I now regain And my skin has molded
: dead, but now I wake Rotten - eight years in the grave smell the ripe decay No eyes in my skull, but I still see Alive, I'm dead, alive - something
: Come on a long with the Black Rider We'll have a gay old time Lay down in the web of the black spider I'll drink your blood like wine So come on in
