Lyrics:
to the shredded foreskin
Red is torn and they're only bein' fed a portion
Bed sores in sore shins
Pregnant whores can get abortions
Fetish for stickin' metal
Your skin is cold,
But the sun shines within your hold
Your hair is gold, but you see through a goldfish bowl
I feel old, sick and tired
We walk
stupid,
I remember you in red.
We were something again,
We were something yea....
We would some be...
Your in my head,
Your under my skin.
Your
be trippin dont be doin no drive-bys
Cause we dont gangbang, dont wear blue or red
We like that fuckin green, papers what I said
Big Moe wassup, in
old man Walker's land
Retired on his 68th birthday
Yeah, he wore a size sixteen shoe, had skin like alligator
Lord, he could pick up a deer and walk
Laying back against this windshield
Parked out in this Georgia red field
This is where we burn our summer nights
Lonely little lipstick kisses
Egyptian skin tone had similar looks
On my trip out to Cairo I found home on arrival
I swam in the Red Sea took a boat on the Nile
It's in my blood
Rope, katana, and then I skin 'em
All beige suit made out of white women
With the red lipstick dancing to John Lennon
With the red sweater jeans made
Bag of bones and blood red cheeks
Guilty from the words I speak
Say the truth will set you free
But it won't for me
Cause I'm uneasy in my skin
Fascism, the epitome of ignorance
Listen up, I'll give you a for instance
People go hating for the color of skin
Won't they learn they'll never
fame)
Starting to choke
The red in the sky
These punctured lungs
Are falling through
Held in the dark
By unseen assailants
Enter the grounds
Breath in
Ain't it $trange by *CHAOZ*
Now ain’t strange the way these nigga hate/am getting money in my lane while they contemplate / I spit that venom in
fears
Looking tu tasty skin
It's my desire to torn a tí apart
And screaming while dismember un by un
It's my desire to torn a tí apart
And screaming
Erase mistakes that's in my past, the days when i laughed
Without subconscious worry behind the face of a mask
Haunted by the words, that i've
Red headed girl
In the old days
You and the guy standing by a tree
With long hair and snow on the ground
She used to say your ass is grass
I felt it under my skin
Watched the walls close in
Your words drawn like a blade
Contaminate my veins
Unforgiven
You bent the truth so you could
a wardrum beat
By jugular cults in eerie jungle vaults
When number thirteen fell in my lap
Lips and skin like sin, a venus mantrap
My appetite whetted,
With her around to call me out
Drag me by the collar
To the here and now
Undisciplined skin
Stuck on hold
Waiting for her
To finally take
feels comfortable. When I say 4, breathe in deeply again.
And again release the air smoothly.
By the time I reach 0, your mind will be silent.
It’s okay
becoming, I'm becoming something so disgusting
Frozen in place as time rushes by
Endless isolation
Claustrophobic in my own skin
Frantic breaths, inhaling
I've got a little red bow
And I bought it for you
'Cause I know you're not fair
I don't get it, oh well
And you color my skin
And the colors
blood
Allowing my soul to be polluted by his evil root
And now I'm mad insane, red as ???? as I strain for my hearbeat
To thumpety-thump to pump, it might
the leaves
stowed on branches in between
stowed on branches in between
Joining the chorus announcing an egg
a yoke yellow legged Rhode Island Red
Joining
to my skin
A flood of red
Bound by lust
From what I know
Bound by lust
Bound by trust
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