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of destruction
Burning I bleed, unholy incision
Mark of the beast, behold the trifixion
Prepare the tool to observe my fate
Upon this mortal shell in
number, baby, give me a try
You know I got all the tools
And I can satisfy
She's my baby doll
She's my beauty queen
She's my movie star
Best I ever
fly then I must be para-sailing,
We are not the same, I'm a muthafucking alien,
Back on my saddle with the tool and my hand
Uptown real nigga bitch
and a plan, pull the truck up to the rear
Yeah it hit me like a tire tool right between the eyes
When the door flew open, she came out screamin'
Drive fool
said toos he say yeah man you fuck with them tools and he pointed his hand like like a gun and I said I ain't got no tool here if thats what you asking
bed
Sun is blinding windows shining feeling very calm
Over time I realize a want to do it all
Give me that tool box baby
You better be cool foxy lady
In our ruthless search for prosperity
We become the tools of our own oppression
Forming the backbone of a society
That thrives on mass division
started bringin' all those power tools to bed
I got the cut-in-half blues
The cut-in-half blues
Well the last thing I saw was the big long saw
I got
Making "idols" out of assholes
"Raunchy" "hunky" machismo type fools
"Who cares if they've got no brains.
Just give us tits and tools!"
Fantasy?
knew
Until you asked what I was thinking
Until you asked what I was thinking
Brave men tell the truth
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The Future is my slow burned triptease
Nocturnal mirror man is taking it with an ease
At the dutyfree dopeshop they sell cosmic dicks
Devious tools
bread
I don't ordinary no type of nigga, I don't beg (I don't beg bitch)
I bet I keep that tool on me everywhere
Spent a couple mill on my bitch last
number, baby, give me a try
You know I got all the tools
And I can satisfy
She's my baby doll
She's my beauty queen
She's my movie star
Best I ever
don't.
Damned if I only see that Rosa on the factory floor.
Signed on for the duration. They say she came from the East.
With her tool bag and her
and that's real
Miami's hot so I can vacation in hell
The way the game is shit, man, I mind as well
I look at these fools on camera flashin' they tools
in the twilight
And slowly clip a tool way
Heavens hands you down
For a moment in my life
Thanks towards a wonder
Was a falling from the sky
The marketplace is empty
No more traffic in the streets
All the builders' tools are silent
No more time to harvest wheat
Busy housewives cease
Take it straight up and watch me get in
Feel it when the sun is up and let the vibe in
Don't you feel the rain drops are near
You're the only tool
with a big tool
And some playdoh
I'm the kid with the big tool
In ya playdoh
I'm the kid with the big tool
In ya playdoh
You erupt the volcano
With ya
and out fool
Some like it hot and some like it cool
Do what they want, but don't be their tool
Savor the throne but don't mind the stool
Carry on,
Rest comes easy to the guiltless
The vampire laments as he prays for the sun
Doom, despair, tragedy are the tools of the trade
Cut to the bone
Rob
Turn around
Get away while you can
Run aground
It's not if but when
No no there is no change
Untill you rearrange
The tools they are in your own
(This is a Melo beat)
Baby girl, come and meet the woo
She know we keep a tool
Big knockin' on my body
Watch who you speaking to
(Girl, watch
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