Lyrics:
Cross, couldn't help ya dead balls, cut his head off
Brutal, sadistic, the only way
I'll be remembered after I'm dismembered
And my balls decay, a rap
Stand up, looking pretty
Another face on the production line
Shot down, such a pity
You make a living serving cherry wine
I can see that we've
Day by day you serve your time
Mask your face get back in the line
Suffer the debt pockets down to the thread
So hopeless can't even pay
You'll still be on my mind
If I die before I wake, You'd still see through the lines
Sing for me one more song
Pray for me one more time
I can feel You
Try not to want something else
Step back and fall in line
Look at yourself
Satellite
Getting a taste of what you've got
Grabbing your second
on the phone past midnight
All your selfish lies
Even your smile.
Little arsenic in your tea
Makes a swinger out of me
Now is that mean?
Cut right
Try, seeker, try
To find this path of mine
I weave a simple line
Take care to watch my flight
Place your fingers here to guide me
Guide me
is full
My alter ego?s on production providing the fuel
My school of thought is elementary bringin it back to basics
Lacing the cuts like surgeons
never came for me,
Hidden cuts are a mystery, spinnin' from within, and
You don't care for anything
Bleached white seconds after midnight paranoia
life I knew the lines would come in the form of a ribbon you'd wear when you cut me off and I should have known which way to run to without using my ears
the heat
Ya' line straight like ya' life support fuckin' with me
'cause when it comes to showdowns you know now ya' teams garbage
Man I'm heartless run
So set to reach the goal line but failed attempts have zero points.
That's a makeshift confutation.
The red carpets is in the limelight, wait
and get high as fuck
Schatz got me upchuckin in a cut buzzin
Might spit about the same shit, but then again
Who the fuck doesn't?!?!
When writers fed,
weed
I cut up guys like butterfly knives
Should of died last, rhyme-wise I'm Jesus times fives
Quick to finalize my plans for your demise
Analyze
Dallas the place we thugging with grace
You better set your pace or you will lose this race
I'ma cut to the chase I'ma give you a taste
You get out of line
hang ourselves, if the world would just cut us the slack
And now you think maybe you should see a shrink
Help you feel alive again - yeah, that?s a plan
Follow me home
I need a change
From these blurred lines and all the words I know
I need you back -
I need your arms around me please so I
the line
Corny but cold in this empty sack of mine
2x
My friends ain't seen you, said I should let it be
But yo girl you'll probably be the death of me
Driving on home to my upper-class place
Leaving the fake, wasted space
Looking forward to a night of bliss
Lift my hand and feel the kiss
Cut
out of our hands
Adrenalines pumpin
And though our cards tell us fold
We know we can bluffem
We got too much on the line here
To lay down and not
eyes closed and his mouth shut and his ears cut off"
-Equipto
Ya man I see you laughin and everything
You better catch your breath or something
You know
left too late cut it mighty fine
Texas seemed the safest place to be.
Hey Ho Yippeeiayay
He shot up . . .
Kansas City with a friend of mine
It
a friend of mine
We loved for a dollar and we drank for a dime
Now I'm headin' down to Santa Fe
Kansas City with a friend of mine
We left too late cut it
Hell awaits this livid sky
Put back the pieces right
In line this time
Tormenting, failing, undertake
Nasty cuts, this bleed won't heal
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