Let's dig deep...
All is dead and gone...
Then bury me in lust before the wretched come along...
See, the rebel shot his own way out...
Stagnant held a grudge...
Fragile need to hold it with gloves...
Ugly waits and rusts...
Unplug the pure from the disease we left alone still getting sick...
Raining cats and angel guts...
Falling sky is what I did.. I did it...
Switching off the cuff...
And I know we'll meet again...
Candyman he pack the bullets for the party's living dead and it ain't nothin'...
His ain't love...
'Ain't it lovely?' Some said...
He sucked up in a crumbling love, spinning 'till he's dead...
And the phony's always giving it up, please don't eat the cunt...
Please allow this kid's dishonor...
Paying homage, burning sonic blister...
Coming for the heathen tongue...
Funny's running scared...
Someone told him grow a pair this night... Someone unaware...
Taring through the grace of god...
I got mercy in the trunk...
And he's tied and gagged with broken legs and baking from the sun... and it ain't nothin'...
I don't get enough...
Get enough I never get...
Get enough of spitting rapture, spinning right up to your head...
Blowing spirit from the pain in my gut...
Justice split to dust...
Spending hours in the street, he's lying broke instead of us...
Getting low, getting high, gotten over, glutton good...
Getting out the door as fast as I can soon as I throw the wood...
Bet your life, bet it all, bet the farm and bet your dick...
I'll scream the Holy Ghost evoked 'till I ain't got nothing left...
Bet the love of your life...
Bet it on my mother's grave...
Ain't got nothing here to pull it on down, ain't nothing like I said...
And it ain't nothin'...
Big mouth can't speak 'one man wrecking ball'...
Counterfeit, the counterpart ain't rocking off the shit I would...
Bouncing off the launching pad, mission to the stars...
I'm gon' kiss my little princess then I'm off into the wars...
Got the locusts holding daggers in an acid thunder storm...
It's raining like a motherfucker...
Did my job to turn it on...and it ain't nothin' now...
credits
from Boogie Boy Metal Mouth,
released February 5, 2013
Vocals J.RING Production EMOH BETTA&J.RING Turntabalism&Sound Manipulation EMOH BETTA Mixed by BBMM Mastered By ROB WITAKER
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