believe. Escaping the plagues of my life, and letting go of my regret, I'm casting my past in the flood forgetting every line we spent. With death in my hands
dick is so large My groooove is doom when we launch a full frontal assault with the boom Yo-Landi Vi$$er rub the fucken salt in the wound My style is
grown out of my happy home Oh yeah Transferred from school to school Special enrollment, gifted programs suck I was the one, the prodigal son who got stuck My
like goin? Drink drink in my hand with the world in the other The uzi go ?brrrrrrr?, stutter Ha, life is a puzzle, jigsaw All I do is win, my name should
in, I'm eatin and drinkin and these are my friends, Hand over fist, damn don't resist, My fang, gang or bang and man-handle this, If we have to twist
to die from thirst, that's when the minister Quenched my jaws with a cold glass of vinegar Upon my wounds they seasoned me with salt And nailed my hands
Please, I go in like goin' Drink drink in my hand with the world in the other The uzi go brrrrrrr, stutter Ha, life is a puzzle, jigsaw All I do is win, my
[Muir] Too much time on my hands Too much salt in my wounds Too much pain in my heart Too many things to regret I've been thinking The cause of my confession
gets up my nose" it's just a big bag of chips and a burger to go (fast food late at night) vinegar tears salt in my wounds and the ketchup like my poor
To dress up your wounds, wash off the salt Freshen the blooms at your sea-rusted altar Caldera's Edge, we'll hold hands and wait Mudflows are greyhounds exploding from
your wounds with salt He can't hurt you anymore I am your friend, my love will be your cure He can't hurt you anymore Give me your hand, I'll help you
life from my Catholic knees I scraped them up good, I scraped them up good You doctored them clean Oh yes, we are patient, patient Salt-licked wounds
go in like goin' Drink drink in my hand with the world in the other The uzi go "brrrrrrr", stutter Ha, life is a puzzle, jigsaw All I do is win, my name
Freestyles caught in my head Starch in my head Leave you with shreds You wanna contest a dread It's magnetic like live poets metal hands on top of my
in the church of the wicked. sacrificed...and now i'm god. wading in the void. our grace sleeps from severed veins and salted wounds. only to drip to
the strings puppeteer sometimes you get marooned with salt in every wound you watch as your own hands reach for the nightstand for something to bring you down look up my
will biochemically plant water beads on your brain while putting salt water on open wounds to have you in pain *suf-suf-suffer chinese water torture, my
