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em'
Back to Benning Road
Strippa bitches in my kitchen with
The semi's on the floor
All I know I want him dead by tonight
With his head in his lap

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ATTENTION PANHANDLERS!

Just when you

agonize 
Wide eyed da I and I 
I'm not surprised 
Burned I'm just cauterized 
Igh eh ight ight 

Yeah the pain just a reminder 
Stay by my side like ice

people
Want you to cry at their funerals
Nothing is what it seems
And by the way, your face, I like that shit

like Richard Prior
Sawtooth slime kills the souls of liars
Bellicose tongues are held by pliers
Turning adoration into funeral pyres
Two faced drivers

day
You took your cigarettes and whiskey too
Y' thought you'd do the thing that outlaws do
You were wanted in every city by every man who watched you

So we don’t have to follow
Because love is hollow
Standing ovation, bravo
Clap clap clap on we go
Back on my horse, desperado
Galloping off

meant for you
It's meant for me
It's not meant for you

All these Prophets & Disciples of some un-spiritual religion
Talking mash and soup to feed by

I was born in a cemetery
And learned to walk on skulls and bones
Was taught to speak by the living dead
And raised beneath a funeral moon
Horror

point the way

 

and through the sooty haze left by our funeral pyres burning

we watch them lay the footpaths of their thundering iron horse

it's

My lover's got humour
She's the giggle at a funeral
Knows everybody's disapproval
I should've worshipped her sooner
If the heavens ever did speak

move with caution
Push horses like Ralph Lauren (Vroom)
I-95 in the Foreign
Mistress is Salvadoran (Damn Mami)

Yo paying tax is extortion
I apportion

STUCK HOE
TELL ME HOE WHERE YA AT?

I JUST HAD TO RE-UP ON YOU HOES
I GOT BRICKS FOR THE FIX
BY THE BOAT LOAD
AINT SEEN MY FEELINGS
IN SO LONG
I DO MY

Because I'm holding torches
Ashing out the corpses
Pulling horses chiefing with
The horsemen
God damn it
I need some focus smoking
Fogging the glass she

Southern air
Can get pretty muggy
When you're stuck behind
A horse and buggy

And underneath
The weeping willow
Bill reads
Don DeLillo

Lose your

is horse upon the track I am riding
The hellscape course pen has had no trouble finding
My voice is hoarse upon the track I am writing
Of landscape

and sharin' the pains

Ones I use to practice with 
don't even come to the games

Seem like when you on the road to riches 
n***** switch up 

Runs by myself

changed
Feel the disgrace and malice
Can you see them sipping that youth and talking that baby shit behind a chalice?
All expenses paid by your funds

Forever in debt and I never did get
Why you stood by my side, however depressed
Well Charlie and Paddy, I've known you the longest
2007 I believe when we

Make no mistake
I was taught to never settle for nothing that's lesser than great
To survive keep a pitch fork and a halo
Kill a nigga then the funeral

Summon the grief and the rage I carved
In the circle of funeral wake
Seeking the Black, the rival self
I reach the shores of hopelessness
I roamed

the best looking so and so
At my own lovely funeral
But if this isn't the end then
It ain't too late to phone in a friend
A fence in never ending need

the home they sell you
Lick your lips, does it taste like glycerol?
We work ourselves to death then they make us pay for the funeral
There's no fight left in

the evil eye			Caused two of us to die
And yet I cry

We had to shoot the horses		He’d got into their soul
They were possessed by forces	That no one could