Lyrics:
Mother, I was still so afraid of my grave
I was buried as a child
Father, And after all my organs were choked
Do you still feel me?
Something Didn't want
fallen
As the ghetto take the lives of those made for ballin'
Layin' in coffins, cries to the church organ
Some will hustle till six in the mornin' just
You can't let us down
You gotta win that race tonight
(sweet-ass organ solo)
(chorus)
(reprise 3x)
to pay back
And take your organs if you don't
Now you know about the consequence,
So we'll meet in one year
I knew I couldn't get a job these days,
So
with corpses cheated innocent bodies lie
[Chorus]
Mangled organs in minefields the battle was to die
The vanishing of our planet, you may hear
A fascination with mutilating the dead
I view internal organs during disembowelment
Draped in your intestines there's nothing left
No evidence
then relax
Can you feel me fuck you
Organs are removed and licked clean
Hanging dead by intestines
Blood soaked puncture wounds are fucked
You are
and spit,
"I will take a part of you."
I made mortar from the mix.
Tore every organ from its body,
Broke its bone and fashioned bricks,
I laid the mortar in
bound
Out for your horses
And raced to, and raced to
The corner store where you brought much disillusion
As the night moves on it disrobes an organ
the flesh
Bloody red mess
Carve to the bone
Slicing organs
Body is stripped
Gutted and skinned
Strips of dead flesh
Hanging in death
Blood seeping from your organs
Scissors in your neck
Fills your throat the blood is gurgling
Mirror exploding
Shards of glass are piercing your skin
Be still and dead.
You have been too sweet and so sedated.
You've kept those pins and needles for too damn long inside your organs.
I hope the worms
and splashin your organs across the floor
It's death
The slug hit the bulletproof vest
I took from the policeman after I blew off his head
We knights
clocker to presidentials
Bitches run up get their vital organs this the symbol
Even my mental is a rebel longer level more psychotic than the devil himself
Shit
I should send you my hollow tips 'cause they rip through organs
Keyboards pianos it's T. Soprano
it's too much heat to handle
It's Culture - 6
of the show
Walls closing in with intense spin
One more round, oh don't lie low
Lewd minded organ grinder
Bent so out of shame with the face you know
when you're gone,
or barely hanging on to all your organs and dignity while you're rotting in hospitals.
Don't believe it? It's not your fault. You're
Of organ found deliveries
Kingsey found a home
For the terminal umbilicals
Ms. Anne Thrope gathers in her arms all the disfigured and unloved
greatest fears
In the light I wrap my tears
I hear an organ resounding
The same chords again and again
It's late I'm getting colder
A bit weaker now
Should we only like the organ or the violin
I'm inquirin', I admire men up in the choir and women
But one minute, why do some people assume that God's
Broken bodies
Dead and dying
Mangled corpses
Rotting organs
Heads stuck on stakes
Bashed in rib cages
Severed fingers
Mutilation
Mass cremation
Head severed
Torn off flesh
Limbs ripped off
Pile of gore
Eyeballs are punctured
Ears and nose cut off
Internal organs
Gutted and eaten
Head is
Only tools and corpses, only tools and corpses
work
Only tools and corpses, only
Laying their cold organs on my skin
Fingering the holes where I
weights in training, school children infiltrate the branstem
Sexual organs start exchanging
It feels like I'm in a Darger painting, Henry must have been
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