Lyrics:
and vacant
No organs left for takin
I am the revenant and it's self evident
I don't give a fuck about a bitch impenitent
Wanted by the state and
The safe
the modus operandi
Incise the flesh to reveal the organs
Epidermis, dermis, hypodermis, through the muscle
Excavation of sumptuous fucking morsels
Incisions
Born in a village
Grew to learn the privilege of
Time passing by leaving nothing but an image
Of better days
At 9 ks from the beach
Was way too soon
of organ incisions get you sick
While you puke up what you chewed up, Now chew up what you threw up
Left in the morgue, food, flesh for a dog
Funeral organs
swear my brain all
Heard this country lingo fuckin up
Your plumbing got ya leakin
I got pipe like Catholic organs
Dick'll rearrange ya organs
No matter
and intentions
And these were not
The organs designed by reason
Designed by consciousness
Reason and consciousness comes to it'self
And asks later
What is it i am
organs gone
blood drips from the ceiling
ripped and torn piece by piece
scattered on the shed floor
Splattered blood - scattered parts - torn apart x2
understands
Old friends pass me by like ghosts in the sand
They've upgraded, not phased out or outdated
Met with disgust and disillusion
Nearly broken down
Got that murder on replay
Crucifix six then I'll spray
Hoe got kick back middle finger Fuck you
Fucking Hoe bitch got my mind Screwed
I'm Here by
Your face lit by passing headlights
Church organs sounding
into the church gardens
and I'm all for you
and you're all for me
Oh Tuscany flowers
How
school
I don't fuck around no more
Blend your organs scoop and pour
Total pedo-death my sole chore
Let the bodies hit the floor
This is not a fucking
put that shit on damn record
Put it by that ultra sound say that that's my baby boy
All my niggas hold me down but they really help me more
At the job
You don't deserve
A kidney transplant
If your heart is made of lead
I think it probably should be said
You don't deserve the organs
Of a dead
to have anymore but he never ever listens and just falls on the floor
After that he caused a third world war
By this point his internal organs have frozen
I
(s-second sou-)
(s-s-second a-)
I been flippin' through my cash fast, like a folder (real fast)
All my money organized by organ donors (huh, hah)
of our collective cohesion, the vital organ of this machine
Exposed and subject to torment, exposed and leaderless we deconstruct
Inch by inch it will
By the mansion on the hillside
Red sports car comes driving down the road
And pulls up into the driveway
And a story does unfold
She's standing
So Fine Featuring J. Rob, Isaiah Sharkey & Eric Gales
Written by: Bobby Ray Sparks II & Antoine Smith
BOBBY SPARKS MUSIC (BMI), ANTOINE SMITH
MIXED
slow.
Fuck me like you want it. Hittin' every little organ by her stomach.
Stop back up, bitch who the fuck keep you cummin'.
[Daz]
And you
a day sweet tunes he'd play
On his fuckin' organ
The first mate's name was Cooper
By Christ he was a trooper
He jerked and jerked until he worked
I've been stomping other verses, niggas shaking, here's some towel.
I've been hitting on the words, niggas like thinkin' like they my panel.
Just by
a blindside
Once upon a drive-by came from the westside
Yes, all you can do is wet your lips
Hopin you don't get hit by the next lyric clip
I turn down the bass
slow.
Fuck me like you want it. Hittin' every little organ by her stomach.
Stop back up, bitch who the fuck keep you cummin'.
[Daz]
And you
by the sounds before the sun
I knew the night had gone
The morning breeze like a bugle blew
Against the drum of dawn
Lay down your weary tune,
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