Lyrics:
the presence
Of the Red Death. He had come as a thief
In the night and one by one droppd the revellers
In the blood-bedewed halls of their revel,
And died each
Practiced in the heat, in the rain or in pain
Mick so quick, at six foot six
Down to be picked by anyone but the Celtics
Oh what a handle could score from
to the cafe where he laughed away his life
He heads on down to the fishin' hole and dreams about his hero
Who took him there when he was three years old
Same
then become my history
Popping pills fill my blood with acetaminophen
Only thing I Really need is a blunt filled with weed
I don’t got no fucking friends
cut ties
Hall of fame, all enslaved with a fucking spotlight
That hatchet in my hand ain't never gonna be off by
Inches, I have all my interest
Money
wake up fine and dandy
But then by the time I find it handy
To rip my heart apart and start
Planning my crash landing
I go up, up, up, up, up
alive.
And the rest: a simple time stretching of one earth & common fabric...
Of fragile blood run cellular engine and something or other...
Is
thirst cannot be quenched By somethin' openly immersed
In the petty need for oxygen
My lungs are full of worms
Worms
Lacerations
Bumps lumps and burns
3
battle that day
The blood of his foes the ground it did stain
Their ships sailed away, their towers did fall
As vengeance was had by the guardian of old
than the hero
In this story that I've been
Killing and thrilling
I'll leave your bones
chilling and feeling
There's blood on the ceiling
This shits so
roarin'
Flyin' through the city with the pedal to the floor then
I put them 26 inches on the curb, tell the hood I'm back
Give me a corner, let me serve
ahead awaits the field
Men, one on one
Wielding their swords, steel to steel!
Armors and shields
Will meet in strife
Blood-sprinkled spears
Sword
alone (yeah)
Yeah, the greatest gift is knowledge itself
They fail to talk about my journey with mission and wealth
I made it here all by my lonely,
One lil, two lil, three lil G's
Hangin' on the dope spot slangin' they keys
Four lil, five lil, six lil cops
Leanin' in the cut, 'bout to get popped
a buttonhole, and torn by a slug
Fired from the barrel of a two dollar gun
That scorched a blister on the grip of a punk by now
Is learnin' what you have to pay
Head to toe
I went psychopathic
Choping throats with a hatchet
'Cause they try to get me
So I took a head with me
Ran down the hall butt-naked
If you got
How to properly fit in with civilians I'm used to killin'
Got me feelin' all confused who the hero and who the villain
Hopped in my red Camaro, shot
and Pacino
Manny Festo, Wu-Tang Gambino
Lay it down, then I fly off like the hero
Wu-Tang
Wu-Tang
The Wild Cowboy number one
G-O-D, how you gonna
a horrible life to be leading
You were only learning how to be a hero
But then villains come to take their prize
Snap out of it Tails, conquer your fear
Show
beautiful and real looking
and I really wanted to hold them
And that's when I heard the voices
from down the hall near the stairs
So I got a flashlight
beautiful and real looking
and I really wanted to hold them
And that's when I heard the voices
from down the hall near the stairs
So I got a flashlight
South the sun by the side of moon, heaved his right hand over heaven's rim
On Itha plain gods glad were they, til cometh maidens three from etinhome
Did
by the mass
Her face is on the paper, not the strangers that I pass
The ones that are looking back to see if they are looking back at me
Are you
the three-eyed monkey within inches of his toaster oven life
In my mind, I'm half blind
My inner ref is mostly deaf
I'm smell impaired if you cared
My sense
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