Lyrics:
want to Live in
And all the p**sy I want to piss in
Ooh
My family are poor
All those things you saw
Pick my call when I call
When I smoke I need
be different, because those two were white
December nineteenth twenty-seventeen Mac's life would change forever
Now the poor kids brain cannot function
Scarecrow!
Commissioned by the will of the people
But the oath is a stamp of upheaval
As he slices tender cuts of the veal
Whilst suckling on fresh
But i pick no bone
Sweating while I'm sipping soup
Bless ma old soul
I brought my own bowl
We use own gold
Now we own debt
Use to be comatose by fear
see was a doggone thing
I can't understand why I didn't see it before
You misused my love for so long
You throw me love like you throw a dog a bone
and bruises, with a hunting trophy on a crossbow
Confused she stares into the reflection of familiar eyes
Instantly it is followed by a chorus of bone
on bones)
Welcome all you mindless drones (Oh no)
Motivated by margins and you're powered by lives
This is the colossus that thrives
As we die
At the feet
and stones and broken bones
Momma kept the boat afloat
Life gets hard
Scraping by with an EBT card
Shed my tears in the dark
I was down bad
Found a way
orcs silly
In this lame city filled with the same gritty beasts
I pick my teeth with the bones of greedy chiefs
culture and way of life
He gotta get him a bachelors wear a suit and tie
Go to seminary
By then all of his boys will die
Jesus came to invade culture
a strange way to fight mine
Rose in my pocket I can throw Another stone
Poetry with God I can pick another Bone
Why the poor man never have a Throne?
Why my
a leopard, but had feet like those of a bear, and a maw like that of a lion. The dragon gave The Beast his power, his throne and his great autorithy."
have it any other way
By your grace I'm here and I'm healed
I speak life not death today
I'm here to save some souls today
Those that are lost
Bound in
poor, poor Gio
I'll pour pour four
'Cause you're bore-bore-bored
And your own whole show
Got no co-host
And your hope so low
That you go record
In those
to deal with it but
Bravery is what you are showing me
All I gotta say is the circumstances do not matter
Only your state of being does, so ya must
Pick
says the poor are poor
By their own works and there's no more
To do for them, but show them the door
And say they must work harder
Poor man says life's
well.
Just a man with a sense of justice
Would his days of misery never end?
Bought a gun disciplined himself
Shoot those those bastards right between
cry for help those evil bastards had removed her jaw
They had taken turns and each had finished up inside of her
Put her body in the bag and buried her
the partition of God's religion
Become united by our bars and our common visions,
The "C" of Tranquility, what will it really be?
What does the future hold?
Don't say sticks and stones
They might break your bones
But the nine millimeter, it'll bore your dome
I'm talkin' about the toe-taggin'
Huh,
Don't say sticks and stones
They might break your bones
But the nine millimeter, it'll bore your dome
I'm talkin' about the toe-taggin'
Huh,
foundations are built on uneven grounds
Place enough floors on it and watch it crumble to the ground
Pour hope into their lifeless maw
Tainted prayers for those
of this intergalactic show, emperor of all known and unknown worlds, the no one knows more than I do about anything, mr grab em by the pussy, president,
opportunity
With all, bastards against us, in one single room
Of all, the bastards against us, in one single room
Let the red run, "redrum" backwards
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