Lyrics:
and tired of this
His real name is Miles he sounds black
How the fuck your name is Miles
And I'm the one chasing chickens?
The plot thickens, I lost all my
the sun yea
(ehhhhhh)
I broke my fetal heart
I broke my fetal heart
She say I'm funny looking with a big ole' dick
You ain't the first ex that ever told
E-motherfuckin'-T!"
And after calming me down with some orange slices and some fetal spooning, E.T. Revealed to me his singular purpose.
He said, "You are
And can anyone tell me why
Y'all sound like Peanuts parents?
Will I ever be coming down?
This is so real
Finally, it's my lucky day
See, my heart is racing
mind's hangin' on to the dread
The grip of eagles
Depression it nests, I'm positioned fetal
Buried in my thoughts is a pain I cannot hold
Lookin' up to God
soon
Then all the sudden I'm the problem
Left me to die on the fucking ground
Hear my last breath in my words and the sounds
My melodies of felonies
Momentum builds, but it all caves in.
Industrial comes back, the pres. needs a NIN.
Marty finds a new band called "Fetal Coil"
And Hearts that Hate try
Oh it's never the same, your voice in my head you don't sound like that
An ocean away in a sea of cocaine, it's a heart attack
Well they don't want
I'm drinkin' and smokin'
I always felt like I was chokin'
And man you might think I'm jokin'
But man my heart was so broken
And then the acid killed my
Stealing our steels to put up their fake steeples
I'll tear them all down like a bombardier beetle
Keep from succumbing to Jesus in fetal
It's part of their
Quoted pander ways
Got em feeling safe
That Placebo faith
Got em fiending fake
Since their fetal phase
Til they face to face
To the realest case
In
sound cold
When I talk it
But that's the same condition
My heart in, okay
I don't wanna mingle, yeah
My shoulder got chip
Like a pringle yeah
I work till
Still at the starting lap
Trying to keep my heart intact
Standing in the fog circles like I like the smoke
Yea verily, pacing circles in my sleep
It
out, leaving her out in the dust
She likes the touch of my hand
Loves the sound of my voice
How I get up and leave when I'm hanging out with the boys
It
the minute / got her screaming and calling for the lord when I'm in it / dick her down so good she wanna be committed / left chick in the fetal position when I
Dodge Taxes! Dodge Taxes!
Dodge Taxes! Dodge Taxes!
Dodge Taxes! Dodge Taxes!
Dodge Taxes! Dodge Taxes!
Sound the Alarm
It's PssKnk on the track
from head to toe
No way to escape
When the tide rolls out
My heart enters
A fetal position
I'll stay that way
My soul moves away
From the shore
Old
[Mad Child]
Ah, this shit doesn't even sound human anymore....it's time to kill
Rough terrain, insane in my domain
Sadomasochism, whacks, whips an'
to lay down
Don't nobody move and don't nobody make a sound
Everybody lose if anybody stay around
We really don't play around
Call me Bob the Builder,
In you womb
I might swim in fetal bliss
But in your heart I'd freeze
In your heart I'd freeze
In your heart I'd freeze
In your heart I'd freeze
In you womb
I might swim in fetal bliss
But in your heart I'd freeze
In your heart I'd freeze
In your heart I'd freeze
In your heart I'd freeze
hustler you wanted to be like
You can't even do that now
Yeah, nobody sound like this, sound like this
I got my own sound, I'm an instrument
Nobody
Everybody wanna sound like, sound like, sound like Bone, Bone, Bone!
Everybody wanna rap like, rap like, rap like Bone, Bone, Bone!
As we continue
Everybody wanna sound like, sound like, sound like Bone, Bone, Bone!
Everybody wanna rap like, rap like, rap like Bone, Bone, Bone!
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