Lyrics:
you more than mediocrity
This offering is one you can’t refuse
I smell you draining in stress
you can reign by my side
Or die in pain with the rest
time stands still at the iron hill
I stand alone
Noone's by my side
I'll dare you
Come out
You coward
Now it's me or you
He gleams like a star
on Elm Street that Freddy Krueger skipped
Pants saggin' cause they too loose to fit
I'm torcherous
Grab a hammer and nail for your front door and board
a game
'Cause you like pistol and pain
Devil's but dyin' the same
'Cause you the one that I hate
'Cause I am marinade
Marry and Jane, bitch get
it for we hurt your group
And every troop that's with me will work toward
Damaging your central areas with eventual pain
The rain is repeated
Dresden burning in the night
Coventry is still alight
Above the blood the pain and fire
There is a sign, we're ruled by liars
She took me from
to bed
13 tiny hammers slowly workin' on my head
I've never felt such pain, this hangover's insane
You're supposed to be my friend at least you could'a
caught up with the fat black hammers out,
(where?) Pecknarm, black bandana town,
Slap that banger round,
Clap that faggot down.
*Verse 2*
The pain in my
Fingolfin with the hammer fell
By the Nihilistic God of Hell
Cult of gore
And a dark sun is rising
About the blood-drenched battlefield of death
And we are
peep your pain and draw it
But I'm not animated like a cartoon
I'm posessed, word
Spear your flesh like harpoon
All you are now in tune to the illest
the cannon roar
Doggy get your melon mauled
You scared of war bring the pain I swear I
Split that pan in two (hahaha)
I need me in the flesh
Walking up from
the second coming
I apologize for the destruct and decay
That was brought upon by my Liberace key play
Twist metaphors to avoid sounding cliche
Nancy Reagan
the fucking haters hate it
Here comes the mighty ones they call whiteys
This is cinematic but ain't
Directed by Spike Lee
It's La Coka, not 40 Acres And A Mule
nothing left
But it's where I want to be
I'm enamored by the hammer
Laying down on me
I'm working overtime
Following close behind
You got my number,
refuse to dummy down and follow the herd
I'm gonna say what I believe and stand by my word
See, i've never known the taste of a silver spoon
Never took
bitter pain,
Or bow our heads in shame
By death or victory our honor shall be restored
So, in the name of our Lord
Charge!
The thunder of pounding
City and Eastside bishops got it goin' on.
With the M.G.'s, Queen street, V.N.G's ain't no stoppin' the
Village town, Eastside pain, Crenshaw mafia.
saved
Tried to trust but I found despair
They have despised me since the day I was born
Reviled by truth, their minds too small
Tearing open blinded
Swallowed by depression pains expression cracks my face grasping at ghosts and shadows in my skull slipped through the hands of grace reality hammers
Dark clouds line the sky and descend
To the shallow heart of the man
Enraptured by the burning flames of animosity
The hammer falls
Dark clouds line the sky and descend
To the shallow heart of the man
Enraptured by the burning flames of animosity
The hammer falls and penetrates
I wanted the latest mobile for my Batcave
I broke up with my ex of ten years, that was a deep pain
Now I'm single all these sluts are gassed like
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