Lyrics:
Bloodlust out of control
He's like a demon bursting out from a bottomless hole
*Repeat once*
Try to grab a hold
Yeah he's a slippery bastard
Slick
netting
Hold me down there by both hands
I will try to break and fetch away
Scratching by flippers at your palms
Pick it up from the purple deep
What
world
And with a face and pretty eyes enlist their soldiers
While the heros of this story, those who work their hands to bones
Only warn a passing glance
Hey! Give me a listen you corpses of cheer
At least those of you who still got an ear
I'll tell you a story that'll make a skeleton cry
Of our own
just a element
Following trails of energy
I see the future
And where i'm supposed to be
I was guided on track
By those around me
I lost sight when I
the kind I like to meet
Make me pick up both my feet and run to you
If everyday could be like this
I know just what I'd say to you
I just want you by my
Tattoos I got them
Girlfriends don't need those
Avalanche on every track
Ski mask but I'm not froze
Not a con but I got prose
Famous stars and strap
And their game was basketball
The center, a massive collection of bones
Was known by the nickname of Skyscraper Jones
The forwards were both
Brilliant ball
I'm Jack The Ripper lurking in the dungeon
1888, midnight in London
They flabbergasted by the rappin' bastard
With the rap to match it and the track
gloryfications
I can smell the stench of old men
debauching the weak
the poor and those
Who are wasting away
I want you tu burn like a whole screamin’ world
country, by nature a virtuous deed
But those in power serve dual masters, one foreign, one greed
Command betrays its legion, derision towards the fleet
That
bastard
Who got skills but still poor
See I ain't ever goin back
To sleepin' down on a floor
Until I'm flexin' California King
I won't snore
So don't sleep
me
Ale, there!
Right, Mum!
Quick now!
God, that's good!
Nice to see you, dearie
How have you been keeping?
Cor, me bones is weary!
vacations
The bank bail out repayment
Globalized disaster human youth trafficker
Slave labour ambassador
The bastard youth massacre
Trying not to be brain
Oh my God
They've got angels sweatin' like Helots
Workin' their little halos to the
Bone combing them deserts
My figure eight knotted
Lifeline
He's a bastard but he's always lookin' flash
With his shoes like Dick Turpin across his waist he wears a sash
Sportin' top hat with a pocket watch
Peep
Done with the sheeps, I'm covered in dust
I can hear the vultures speak
But if you and the miss gotta bone to pick
Get your bone broth Ringpop blown
Real niggas don't stop pop pop
Put him in the mud nigga and your body rot
Top closing down on your caskets
Wanna make these bastards think we got mercy
Yet the fact is You're enthroned as the Holy One
What a contrasting thought
May I not shun the One Israel praises, and is afraid of
Trusted by Abraham,
the layers til I'm slipping on floors of bananas
Lit a store of candles
Get me mad I got the core of banner
Surrounded by rich, surrounded by poor
Nothing
Witness tricks and pick a card
I pick kids, and pick apart
Their body parts while stiff and hard
Pick a target, grip his heart
Simpin for a king,
And niggas don't be tripping, don't
Be doin no drive-bys
Cause we don't gangbang, don't wear blue or red
We like that fucking green and paper's what I said
Big
And niggas don't be tripping, don't
Be doin no drive-bys
Cause we don't gangbang, don't wear blue or red
We like that fucking green and paper's what I said
Big
capital broadening class lines
Broken by the bastards that regulate your wages
Poverty is our crime and employment is our cage
Its 1998 and the time
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