Lyrics:
pull me, pull me.
He fell on his knees
To pull out the hilt
And drew it with ease
The dolorous stroke it was struck with pride
The sword it was hung
Live it all up to the hilt
If you can't take it with you
Away from this earth
Might as well take it full tilt
Ride the old horse through goldrush
Trapped in a crack house full of doubt
I got guilt to the hilt
I fight tears and fears
Been out for ten years
Hit a big bump up off the mirror
Find me
Gucci snake, look at the hilt
Got a LA bitch, she like the coke
I got a NYC bitch she say, "Yoke"
Even though I got a mansion, bitch, I sleep in New
grown to a hilt
And the money spent money spent where it went
Embarrassment, embarrassment to pay for the car
And the man who left you for dead
He's
A superiority complex
Pious, holy to the hilt
Outwards displays of cleanliness
Masking inner feelings of hate and guilt
Your morality is
to the hilt, depredated
Raw materialism
To stoke the furnaces
Toiling, rotting
Life slowly slips away
Consumed, inhumed
In this mechanized corruption line
There's something pulling on my sleeve
Full of tension
There's something breathing down my neck
Full of tension
Now if you wanna take it to the hilt
Wrapped in cotton alcohol again
To the hilt I hear from the prick upon my shoulder
Free pour the fruitless thoughts
It's far too late to talk so much but
to say
I've got no values
Might as well blow you away
You're just a hole in the corner
Always loaded to the hilt
I could try some satisfaction
I
Loving every minute
She can take it in the hilt
Playtime
Teasing and pleading
She can make it harder than before
Playtime
Give her all you've got
She can
taken to the hilt
When you try to fuck with your double face
YOUR BROTHER O' EVERYDAY
ain't even hilt before some more blood spilt
Moms lost two sons in a year
I don't even wanna know how that shit feel
Eastside shit real
Knowledge from
to stiff
Break it to the hilt fuck it like a kiss
Paper tiger boss pussy wanna front
Shake it like the law only cool to hunt
Take it like a hint miss it
girls
They're taking on all of the world
Accessorized up to the hilt
No one got killed
Northern girls
Are you going to the party?
Southern boys
An insane love now burns above
The weft of incandescent stars
Hilt your dripping fangs that range
Skywards to rend apart
I might have sang of wings
the sun cutting shapes into shade. You can hold the hilt, I'll be the blade. You're the reason. You're the sound that lights the way before the first step
on the hilt
You're free to build with the other end
Shriek into the vacuum if in spite of your accomplishments
You wake up feeling empty like Houdini's grave
on the world
Turn on the world, live life to the hilt, march to your own sweet tune
Turn on the world, don't stop for the guilt 'cause it might ruin your
I Gaze through the mist at the approaching host
My hand finds the hilt of my sword
Soon they are sundered their bodies we roast
Their leader is
The faith of our enemies wilts
We will drive our swords to the hilt
know my time is nigh,
but I made sure my sins were put to bed
So I drove those knives up to the hilt. She chose the first to move aside
and I took
the roots
Face of slut, Paris Hilt fame look-looking dumb
Slap it hard
Shrooms and cocaine gonna build it up
Fill the cup
Feel the fucking pain, man, feel
beautiful thing that I ever did make
A nine pound hammer of gold with a hilt made of oak
That I sanded and polished each day til it glowed
And I let
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