Lyrics:
friends down
Until ya family up"
If I bring the fish by they cookin'
It's a fish fry
My friends make the fish fly but
They ain't playin' Candy Crush
I don't
punch a hole in your logic like a sheet of drywall
We can't see eye to eye, you don't reach my eyeballs
That's a lot of big talk when you're only 5 tall
one jumpin' out of a tree
But I ain't even have to move, he missed by like 20 feet
He slammed down on the pavement, I quickly started kickin'
Beat him
eatin' Campbells soup
Takin a piss urinalysis test
I hope you wear a fuckin bullet proof vest
Just purchased the charter arms .38
Then you entered
left this world by putting bullets in they head
But little Johnnie across the street
Hung hisself from his bunk-bed
Had to go to court in the mornin'
the sunflowers blow
In a solid glow,
And to break now and then the screen
Black neck and eyeballs keen,
Up a wild horse leaps between!
Try, will our table turn?
Fuck with me, you know what it is
I shoot you arm, leg, leg, arm, head
The heater burnin' bruises on my hip this year
I shoot your arm, leg,
Fuck with me, you know what it is
I shoot you arm, leg, leg, arm, head
The heater burnin' bruises on my hip this year
I shoot your arm, leg,
My organism getting aroused by the precious mental pictures
One thousand ways to get tortured
So don't get anxious
I'll be tearing your balls apart
tapes to Travis of the cosmos
401k, and it's really helping
Arms ripped off by the fake Willie Nelson
Do or die, who am I, failed out of junior high
angelicus)
UNCLE WALTER:
The clergyman’s pastoral pager loudly― uh, loudly― uh, uh loudly rang out, echoing through the vacant YMCA halls.
FATHER BILL:
By
and everything will be naught
Nothingness embalming the universe
Approaching the skies, one cannot see, one cannot hear the dead (I am the dead)
Surrounded by
get smashed, or get slayed
Gutted like a fish and filleted, slashed by my blade
Eyeballs bulge, touched by the mace
Crushing skulls, caving in your face
the kitchen get the work out
I can eyeball, I ain't gotta weigh that
Pure bills, better pray he get his face back
Started small ball, tre packs
Pull a drop, do
victims mutated and all of them are missing eyes
They grab me by my arms and throw me through the colorless beam up above
Teleported to the maniac's house
bodies from my temper creeping on me
That's from me cuttin' 'em off and being home all by my lonely
Bricks and bales
I prefer that chopper, it's gon'
with the trash out of the car.
And ole bill looks at me through whiskers and wild, red eyeballs,
And says, we look more like hobo's than big-time rodeo
....Looking through a hole in the wall
Staring at someone, could be it's you it's you
The paper's peeling by the mirror so I can see through
Staring
me tryin' to eat, human survival
Spit at your favorite rapper, take his title
Stick needles in his eyeballs 'til his signs are no longer vital
the eyeballs, swell up the size of eggs, beyond dreamland
wing span, 7 feet, between the eyes is the beak
destination of the ride, is to reach is
and with a twinge of a
Dry and sticky back throat
As they gradually encircle all around you, and brush by so
That only your arm hairs entwine...
CAUSES
Let me tell you bout the first time I got corrupted
Something bumped in my step daddy's arm, Now he slumping
Sunken face, Plaque on his teeth
the water of the lake that looked
Like glass from the quiet calm
It was the image of a sunset
That reflected off your eyeballs
In one moment
I felt
careful arms
You set it down in its crib
And you sing to it
Baby we fall apart by the end of some nights
But we don’t hurt other people even if we want
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