Lyrics:
As long as a man doesn't love a man
You turn your head and ignore
Abuse your power like a bastard priest
Throw me into the belly of the beast
But who am I
doesn't love a man
You turn your head and ignore
Abuse your power like a bastard priest
Throw me into
The belly of the beast
But who am I to judge?
I blame
decomposition
(No, Oh)
We are not in the same league
Adam Sandler I'm Mr Deeds
(I'm Mr Deeds)
Trees that's all that I breathe (Yeah)
Got stopped by the cops
I
been?" "On a little vacation"
"Oh, by the way, congratulations
Who's the lucky man?" She said, "I got him on file"
Then she said, "It's Spice 1",
Now you’re laying on your back in the mud, surrounded by old tires and rusty refrigerators
You are laying on your back in the mud, that mud is as thick
call) the horses of the fields,
of the dust (which quivers in the sunbeams),
and of living things as they are blown against one another by the air.
Is its
I got the midas touch in my eyes a gorgon stare
Stuff the pussy full of white like a build a bear
I don't mean to be vulgar but it's in my culture, by
The pigs of the power structure
Are oinking to the people
So, get your boot off my neck or I’m
Gonna try to snatch your leg off
Lost in the bliss of a lofty
man I really found my twin."
Like
Been used to hiding, protecting myself by lying
But truthfully I was trying, my hardest to not let people in
And then
It's getting late have you seen my mates
Ma tell me when the boys get here
It's seven o'clock and I want to rock
Want to get a belly full of beer
Gunchesta got a city Full of barrettas
They live by da sword
Mad man's vendetta
(X2)
Verse 2
If you live by da sword then you die by da sword
It don't
the future man yeah it's kinda scary
Nightmares in my cup filling up my belly
Sending me to the coffin and I'm not ready
It's quarter past eleven and my eyes
He was just a hometown cowboy his belly kind of fat
Acme boots up on his feet and a big you-roll-it hat
He entered in the bull riding he did it
hungry but them belly full
The structure is set ya neva change it with a ballot pull
In tha ruins there's a network for tha toxic rock
School yard ta
It's getting late, have you seen my mates?
Ma tell me when the boys get here
It's seven o'clock and I want to rock
Want to get a belly full
It's getting late have you seen my mates
Ma tell me when the boys get here
It's seven o'clock and I wanna rock
Want to get a belly full of beer
horoscope
I'm starting to doubt that you the right one
What are you lying for? Your bull shat all
Over the maze, half man so minotaur
Trace leads back
up, pay dirt
Everybody wants to party
Full belly still suckin on the parsley
Star sleeps between the hard sheets
You only parked on the street to hear
dead he's a man
But I be bustin, hustlin, niggas ain't trustin
I'm a soldier, that's why niggas ain't trustin
No bitch or no nigga, ho or no sucka
Fiend
Days when I can taste my life
Days when I taste dead
Belly full of cold white lies
To keep this hunger fed
Watch the one who wants it all
Watch him
enemies receding
Shadow boxing the universe, bobbing and weaving
My people they eating
Until they bellies full i'm allowing them to be greedy
We really been
the full scene, fixated on the move full steam ahead. Reform everything made upon the ground on which we stand. This no request makin it a demand. Tribal
the belly of a vulture
Get by barely
Getting scary what it's come to
Smart wasn't cool
So a genius play a fool
For lack of fitting in
Facing facts fiction
coke by the boatload
Fuck dat, on the run-by, gun high, one eye closed
Left holes through some guy clothes
Stop your bullshittin, glock with the full
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