s delusive initially this lie i`d recoil but again i crawl this dirty soil of all possessions i did treasure this one`s strictly for her pleasure
delusive initially this lie I'd recoil but again I crawl this dirty soil of all possessions I did treasure this one's strictly for her pleasure
Salt in my pores of skin thats torn You broke my world now I must take yours I've waited so long Who will Save you now as you run as you hide I come
: I lost myself again today (I'm not sure if I care) there's always someone standing in my way (as they stop, as they stop and stare) stop dragging my
: We can bring the apocalypse In our Vatican in line six We're the face of the end of time We can burn and leave no ash behind Now it's butcher time
I drown niggas in hundred-degree saunas You can act a fool if you wanna (bitch) It's this lyrical piranha Strapped with a grenade In the pool with your mama Attack her by the legs then I pull her
a 4 door Ford But a more toward (?) droppin an accapella The choppa (?) fella The mozarella Worse than a hellacopta propella Got you locked in the cella With your skeleton
this bitch on fire and this time I mean Imma pour gasoline on some chick and light her cause this time muthafuckers I'm put my whole God-damn dick inside her
: Jesus stole my baby Jesus stole my girl He took her away for an hour every sunday And cut all of her beautiful curls She was always easy seven days
IS SCREAMING FOR HELP BUT NOBODY CAN DOPE ON THE FLOOR HER HAND DOESNT RESPOND HER HEAD IS ABOUT TO EXPLODE DOPE ON THE FLOOR HER HEAD IS ABOUT TO EXPLODE
heels and her stockings business, And ain't talking fishing, she's got a six sense. ... don't impress her, She'll break a full... so watch how you press her
like someone gunned (Pop! Pop!) There go your ear drums So raise the volume to the maximum Base booming bout to make your body feel numb Pulsate your body penetrate your skeleton
Lights flicker from the opposite loft In this room the heat pipes just cough The country music station plays soft But there's nothing really nothing to turn of Just Louise and her
Lights flicker from the opposite loft In this room the heat pipes just cough The country music station plays soft But there's nothing, really nothing to turn off Just Louise and her
