Lyrics:
generation comes to pay
The dues of the organ grinder jam
And the grinder's switch of the sacrifice
Everybody made to be rational with understanding
'When the Wind
Blows' - which is cartoon
Book by Raymond Briggs
Which is an anti-nuclear thing for instance
The lyrics 'When the weather starts to burn
You took me out of a place
Where I wondered where I was
You took me to heaven
When I was by you I felt safe
I felt happy in your arms
Now I'm in
the commission of Gordon
Cult class when I play with the organ
Now I'm a free, black man like Morgan
Knock your head out the park as if I'm Joe Black
Walkin
just a lie 'cause there's still a degree of celebration
Flavor of the mind flow sweetly but sour
Softened by the touch of the fingers that rub
just a lie 'cause there's still a degree of celebration
Flavor of the mind flow sweetly but sour
Softened by the touch of the fingers that rub
of sickness
Of sickness it pledges to quell
Serpent heads consumed
Casualties, unrest
Pawns filling unmarked graves
To the victor, the spoils
Crowned by
about the real because that's what I feel
Yeah Nigga, That's Me, UH
Writing fucking lyrics, started up on the CD but first hold up 'cause I'm dropping
This is no mans land
Bitch better duck and hide
Got the lyrics automatic and will shoot where you reside
This is no mans land
It's a warzone on this
Has saved a lot of lives
By frauding a child's adoption
I will be saving mine
In the name of science
They've claimed being our saviors
Money is
girl)
Hey DJ (on the request line girl)
Play a record by my favorite band
I like to hear my favorite song on the radio
So I called and requested
Its Lyric call the paramedic yeah men
Oh lord have his mercy eh eh
Oh lord of his mercy he don happen eh
Uh uhuh uh uh uh
Uh uh uh uh
I been dey
Of tooth and nail and blood and bone
Of steel of soot of soil of air And of suffering doomblade was forged
By orc cyclops with cross to bear
u)
I'm the chosen one nigga not by Prophecy (Prophecy)
Lemme po you up ugh stop that Coughing please (Stop coughin)
What you rollin up shit this that
are not one!
Demons cum!
They want to fuck you all!
Midnight's creeping
Eye's are peeping
Organ's seeping
Souls are reaping
Little by little your soul
by one of his dreadlocks
And turn his fucking lifetime into a dead clock
I do like Mr. Dahmer and dip the bones of my victims in the
Acid from
in the milky interior, through the entry
You'll get hit by the aroma of sweet stardust
An essence that'll leave you nonplussed
Fumble your pockets for
can't hold you down
My organs, they're drowned
Yet how is it that you dry me out to dust?
I'm bitten, I'm tempted
I just need a break
She tastes like
your organs are lookin' fine
And maybe my buddy Mike could use a kidney that starts
Or maybe a child dies—unless you give him your heart
But if you just
Embalmment of the
Freshly preserved patients
Drugged from sterile hypodermic needles
Blinded by the illusive reality
Foreshadowed by a sinister
Revealing organ fermentation
Genital colonoscopy
Stillborn desecrated
Still pulsating corpses
Excreting stool and phlegm
Marinating rotten flesh
Frantic
I've found my way out from the graveyard
Decorated it with entrails splattered all about
Victim s found to be deformed
By the flesh craving skeleton
into the trash.
Spinal fluid sauce.
Assorted organ stew.
Sapien- burgers
New taste sensation- taking galaxy by storm.
Extraterrestrial Fast Food
family
Put off all of your organs
Then you go to the butchering
Have long died by the torture
You don't care anymore
The dogs have draw bones
leftovers
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