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Albums:

No Matter What Shape (Your Stomach's In) (The T-Bones) · On an Empty Stomach (The Apple Bros.) · No Matter What Shape (Your Stomach's In)/Sippin 'N Chippin' (The T-Bones) · The Stomach For It (The Bunny The Bear) · In the Pit of the Stomach (We Were Promised Jetpacks) · In the Pit of the Stomach (We Were Promised Jetpacks) · In the Pit of the Stomach (We Were Promised Jetpacks) · Deliver Me Unto Pain (Banished) · The French et Encore du Pain: The Complete 1995 Paris Live (Buzzcocks) · Paris: Encore du Pain (Buzzcocks) – and 90 other albums »


Cut the stomach out and hand it over
Butterflies, butterflies
My heart will be the bridge that you walk over

Sickened by the notion
I give myself
off my undershirt
The pain was no comparison, stomach started cherishin'
Throwin' up in public, yo fuck it, it was embarrassin'
Regurgitatin', green,
undershirt
The pain was no comparison, stomach started cherishin
Throwin up in public, yo fuck it, it was embarrassin
Regurgitatin, green, yellow, burgundy,
Shots go by
Right in the heart
Bare skin, showered and glazed
Strut across the living blaze

And gasoline
Striking the match
As it blows
She grows
It's Saturday night, I'm feeling on song
I think I'm alright, I know I'm all wrong
The drink that I had three hours ago
Has been joined by
I'm fuckin limbos, lay on the wingfin

By the way I be blingin, the pay that I bring in
Mind spendin a day with the kingpin?
Answer yo cell, all day
Insanity  titanium stomach  devourin Guinness 

My flesh is solid stone despite my outer appearance 

Still deceases kill viruses, planets and racial
straight-jacket.
Just like 22nd Street,
They got me by my neck and feet.
Pressures building, can't take more.
My headaches charge, earaches roar.
In this pain
They got me by my neck and feet.
Pressures building, can't take more.
My headaches charge, earaches roar.
In this pain
Get me out of this pain
Captured by the priest of evil 
Deep inside the hive 
Hellish dungeon filled with undead 
Their rotting claws reaching for my 
Legs I hang above
Yo yo it stink like dead rappers  check it 
The re-birth type of warfare biological 
Delve into my Waterworld  overcome any obstacle 
In your
All right
Yo, this song came about one time when
I- I was- I was on a plane back, going back to Los Angeles
Coming from somewhere else
And I sat
Street,
They got me by my neck and feet.
Pressures building, can't take more.
My headaches charge, earaches roar.
In this pain
Get me out of this pain
pourin'
My dawg, not even home a month yet, and blaze a girl
In the stomach, he robbin' niggaz who pumpin'
Lil' blood got popped, by the group home cat
We all walk down the street my love
We carry pain and we carry scars
We carry everything we love
We carry the girls we met in bars
We carry
and more pain in my stomach
On top of that I got a lot of people actin funny
But dummies get exposed when your weapon's are chose
Power to spit out your
Captured by the priest of evil
Deep inside the hive
Hellish dungeon filled with undead
Their rotting claws reaching for my legs

I hang above
fuck with these niggas, too old for new friends.
But never too rich for new money.
These niggas buying hatorade by the twelve pack.
Like two stomachs
I'm lovin' it
I'm lovin' it
I'm lovin' it
Don't you love it too?

Yo
Hi, I'm not here to waste your time
You know this ain't a pick up line
I
burning?
Sick sounds like stomach's stinging
I search out, but you cannot be found
A red horizon in the south
Is Mississippi done yet burning?
Most
Eh yo, I'm a motherfuckin' nigga wit an attitude
Heavy gun play, cock back, niggas is screwed
Stomach wounds make it hard for you to swallow ya food
punched right in the stomach
Summer came looking for blood
And by autumn, I was left with nothing

It took a whole damn year to repair my body
It took
Process of decomposition
Blood ecstasy, pain, suffering, death

Open chests, decapitated corpse
Fleshless arms, wide-open stomachs
Murdered humans,
But I think I like the pain
When it ends 

When it ends it always tears my stomach out
I'm gonna miss the way I used to make her shout
I know one day
Winter breaks upon that lonely girl
A tell-tale stomach and a broken world and only grief
December finds her in a world of care
Nine months swollen