You're rendering that scaffolding dangerous? Grass eyed, Slashed eyed, Brain dead fucker. Rips off town, Steals from his brother, Loathed by everyone But loved by his mother. It not the hip or the ship That gets you caught, No one likes to feel that they've been bought Why then? Should you do it again and again and again. He's a wise guy, when guy Don't like my eye spy Always a snipe try Never a green guy Loathed by everyone But loved by his mother Give you a calls For the Thing upstairs She brings him his night time brown and flask Sews up his nighttime brown and mask You bleed in my eye You bleed in my eye White track Grass sliding, slasher Brain dead fucker Rips of himself and steals from his brother Loathed by everyone But loved by his mother (kiss kiss) Why then should you do it again and again and again. Why then do you do it again and again and again.
Written by: PAUL ANTHONY RYDER, GARY KENNETH WHELAN, MARK PHILIP DAY, PAUL RICHARD DAVIS, SHAUN WILLIAM RYDER
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