Lyrics:
booby-trapped, it's hard to see the beauty
When your heart is turning ice cold
Cold like your hands exposed to blistering winds
My mother keep her eyes closed,
the blistering sun
He carved out "Maggie Sucks" on the backs of every one
And so in five-hundred years
There's gonna be some history here
After it all
on the telephone
One sunny day he was sent to the Houses of Parliament
Chippin' away at the gargoyles under the blistering sun
He carved out 'Maggie Sucks'
to bleed
Diseased and plagued - tumours chew and feed
On ulcerated flesh
On facial mess
On blooming sores
On blistering warts
Squeeze out
And her jacket makes her look just like a general
And she's generally restless
She's got the blistering hands
Sent a text from the Ex that says she's
fear
I pick up a jam but the jam isn't interesting
A kiss on the wrist of a hand that is blistering
Moment to moment, I become a new person
I'm in
Pinch history
Feel the pinch blistering
Pinch me in my dreams
'Cause I'm still not listening
X marks the spot
On your calendar days
A beard
give
In
The pain will lead
Us
Through the blistering
Cold
Bow down to no one
Bow down to none
or what goes for in halls under roof tile
We'll sing another blistering ballad for grandma
Melody sweet till it rolls out the ear
And the beer flows free
a blistering sore)
And if you can't see, well, that's enough
(Long splintering war-torn country massacre of blood and blue brains)
That's all that I need to see
(One, two)
In the heat of the desert sun,
On the blistering trail
An appaloosa and,
A wanted man sprung from jail
Slow in motion
and black
Blistering flaking tissue
Insalvageable by skin graft
Fused into a mess
Dribbling cartilage and fumes
Your body shrivelling
Your fingers
trickle of hot, sticky muscle.
The sclera is a lump of carbon burning on smouldering membrane
Your eyeballs are blistering, your optic nerves now aflame.
bloody torn and dripping
The swollen savage muscle frayed and blistering
Your vocal chords severed, your lips are mutilated
Masticating carved palate
into the table
I like hot voids, smooth pants, lazy beds in the rain
I like tongue petals, lather, a blistering sun
But what I like best is
of transmission
My bandwidth is blistering
Ancestors hissin' and
Standing on the brick to push
My passion through this instrument
My God, extended breaks to invite
the lawyer
I'm part of this resistance
Blistering through my song
The great Chuck D kept me strong
Sound the alarm, for the love of love
And the hope of hope
The moon lights up over the battlefield now
With a blistering heat somehow
Lifeless limp and broken hearts are dead
They should have just stayed
sound] ha
I have a nigga blistering quicker then chicken pox
In a box in a river sitting stiffer then six o'clock
Knock, you can't see me, labels you
on the
Frames of their glasses
Quick as a quitter will fold
Some of what glitters is gold
Same story is old
Getting left in the blistering cold
Broken souls get
If you left me
How could I go on?
If you walked away from me baby
All the right would turn wrong
I've had too many heartaches
For my blistering
of beating hearts
Is blistering enough on the surface
Closing in and holding out my breath
Hoping to mend the wounds
Opened by years of digging out
We
change,
Complacence quenched of me
Lineage is ending
I am that, once was me, rising upward, guts wrenching
Sculpted cold, blistering, break
can't stand snow, it only blows like nitro
Blistering, my flows I'm splittin, so I hope you listening
Super shoutout to all my niggas in prison
Shout
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