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Working for a thick-necked man by the name of Yes Chef
I'd rather be drinking in a hammock than scraping out the ramekins
The whole kitchen is
to a liquor store wall
A damaged soul too far gone to save
Goodbye Wild Bill
I can see your smile and hear you laughing still
We were a rag tag band
Shredded half-naked, bruised and used
Death can't touch me, I'm immortal
Disarmed, lost, disgraced and abused
Set me on fire
Arise, let the entropy
of aggression
Given half a chance he can tear you apart
No mercy for you! No sleep for the doomed!
I see the shadow of a vampire's obsession
Eternity's
on the shelf
Then all at once the bedsprings started squeakin' by themselves
When I saw her ghostly figure, I nearly died of fright
She said for half a dollar
bet you could tell by this Rick Owens tactical gear
Yeah, I got remarkable range
Midas put fingers to fangs, and also to mains, so only the molars
more girls than James Brown,
and I fucked them all
on the "Maschendrohtzaun".
But now the time has gone by
and something happened to me.
I'm only half
That we are the only ones
Yes, I walk on gorgeous grounds
Absorbed by darkblue eyes
Parted in half
This all I could sacrifice
I cannot comprehend from
the stoley, crodie went got a trophy
So shoutout crodie 'cause half of these niggas got cold feet
I was trappin' by Troby's, started with an OZ
My bitch
shot in the darkness
And move along
I was on the way to Memphis
Got no love from Caroline
How much longer can I do this?
Leaving half my heart
dealing dope need to steal a boat
And sail their monkey asses back to Africa
And seal the coast with giant gates made of steel and bolts
So we can try
of shopping bags and half-price tags and giveaways
We hold the purse we hold the reins
We can deny these spoiled kids their next allowance
But when they
in half
By his hope and ambition
Wasted through the years
The man will be written
On every page in tears
When I write, When I write the book
When
and forecast our fear of our own demise
But on the eve of the apocalypse
You can burn these words into my flesh:
"we are the tortured and insane
half past nine, up a 30 ft corridor three men climb
It should have been four, but one man is left behind
Crawl from the rooftop down to the northern end
your need? Why is it your feed? why don't you let it be My Brain I can feel them ripping, tearing, shredding in my head I'm going to rip my eyeballs out
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