Lyrics:
cramp, pull it out, I'm countin' 'til my hands cramp
Wrote "DSM" on the beach, now the sand stamped
Boy
Ayy, ayy
They wanna bleed me and lead me
really pulled the trigger
Your hands are just as guilty, you're the one who brought the blood
Again, you lash out to crush the ones below
All the ones
of a roach
Three computers to cup of coffee planted with my hand and
Astroplanets detached turn on rear foggers
Cut the light on the kid, and turn
like an illuminated manuscript. You know? Made by monks. They hand do them in record form. And you'd have to have it hand-done, each time.
Like,
Blazing furnace, anh han anh
Blazing furnace, anh han anh
Oppressed by the strongest
Judges higher ups, corrupt governers
Even by the priest in
A sadomasochistic lust Longing for the taste of blood Guided by my hand and knife I will take the cryptid life
Savage lust for bi-pedal blood
a jade bi
Bad commando
Goal getter, score like Hans Zimmer
Mad cruel summer, we fall, but it's winter
curse is im sicker than a lotta other cyphers
Like
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like an illuminated manuscript. You know? Made by monks. They hand do them in record form. And you’d have to have it hand-done, each time.
Like,
mind
Like every other time
But little did we know
Today, I looked for a sign
With flames in my hands
A line in the sand
Between yours and mine
I'm a fountain of blood
In the shape of a girl
You're the bird on the brim
Hypnotized by the Whirl
Drink me, make me feel real
Wet your beak
sharks and not enough blood in the waves
You know I give my lover a four letter name
Eh eh eh eh eh
Eh eh eh eh eh
Eh eh eh eh eh
Eh eh eh eh eh
And he looks up ladies’ dresses as
They sadly pass him by
Avoid stepping on bela lugosi
’cos he’s liable to turn and bite
But stand close by bette davis
Gods of the storm
Infernal death
The blood of victims
Gushes on my hands
Show me the wrath
On the frozen lands
He is born
Living among
[Performed by Billie Joe Armstrong]
I ain't a politician
I'm just a bad musician
Whatcha gonna do for me?
Do you have a taste for
Sex and blood
the earthly things they stop to play
For we are all breathless without you
I listen to my juddering bones
And the blood in my veins, the wind in my lungs
thread stretched beneath the gathering dark
Red as the blood on the hands of the Savior
And rich as the mercy that flowed from his broken heart
Why?
Why?
You made me murder
All that I loved
His blood on my hands
His blood on my hands
You took everything from me
Now you place this weight
where white folks ain't want us to eat
At the tender age of six she was arrested for the sit-ins
And with that in my blood I was born to be different
flinch now dog
And freeze thy spine, I want thy life, the hand is mine
Now blood, is satisfied
I ride by night, to make thee die
My hand upon thee,
I called Chad on Wednesday night
So we could make plans for Thursday night
He said "we could go hit the Peapods"
I was like yeah, that's my
All my life I was blind, I was blind, now I see
Lovely girl, won't you stay?
Oh, oh, oh
Oh my my, oh hey hey
Here she comes by saving grace
within, should flinch now dog
And freeze thy spine, I want thy life, the hand is mine
Now blood, is satisfied
I ride by night, to make thee die
My
Yo what's up.
For those who don't know.
I go by the name of Tech N9ne.
I'm gonna let you in on a little secret.
Some of the things already known,
Well please to meet you, excuse my hands
I've been bitten by an enemy that's pretended to be my friend
No I never wanted to be like them
I thought I
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