Letras:
Lamb Small

small my life must be And it makes me float free To feel how small my life must be And it makes me float free To feel how small my life must be And it

small my life must be And it makes me float free To feel how small my life must be And it makes me float free To feel how small my life must be And it

Rock front teef I'm the nigga tearin the walls up in your miss in exchange for a small cup of the Cris And while you at probation fillin a small cup

to work it out I've got to keep myself together You know how I hate to disappoint A masochistic lamb to slaughter Maybe you've missed the point I'm feeling small

And if by chance I wake at night and I ask you who I am, O take me to the slaughterhouse, I will wait there with the lamb. With one hand on the hexagram

, Yahweh, Jehovah I can start a beginnin', or endin', it's over On Earth's first day alive there was darkness Shape was worthless, I gave this small planet

crooked lookin' girl, Yeahhhhh Boyyyyyyy, Flava Flav lookin' girl, Mice lookin' girl, Big feet lookin' girl, Neck just like Rupaul lookin' girl, Body like a midget, ol small

to Jerusalem The time had come to sacrifice again My two small sons, they walk beside me on the road The reason that they came was to watch the lamb

I crave the flesh of the sacred cow Charred and dripping fat I love the sight of a baby lamb Spinning on the rack I say, burn, burn Burn, baby, burn!!