(feat. St. Lunatics) [Sports personalities] Welcome ladies and gentlemen This is Mark... oh-Who-gives-a-fuck from '93 TV This is my co-host, Bob Buttafuoco
[Chorus] Mmm.. I say the fish don't fry in the kitchen Beans don't burn on the grill (that's right) It took a whole lot of tah-ryin Just to get up that
Barren wastelands in my head Constructive thoughts, all about dead My mind is floating out in space No emotion can show on my face I hit the wall day
I've been tearing at this gauze over my eyes and clanging cymbals till I couldn't hear your screaming anymore. I used to speak in the tongues of angels
B-E-A-S-T-I-E Go.. [Instrumental]
[Musick & Lyrixxx - Matt Harvey] Your dry throat creaks without a saliva to sputter As your pulpy dehydrated tongue soundlessly threshes Days without
(feat. Bennie Franks, Todd Nitty, Turtle Banxx) [Turtle Banxx] picture this shit you facing totalin body and murderous situations against nations we
Convulse, twisted Falling to the ground Saliva flowing free tasting, choking Swallowed your tounge Eyes roll back in your head Frantic twiching Multiple
Torture in the minds of millions Is breeding the plains of the earth Trapped in the life of depravity Creating your own scourge Morals cast since your
Up in the morning, feeling alive Not in the mood for ordeals Get in my car just to go for a ride Another day at the wheel Bang into third Tachometer rises
Rind?a sta machina cu tte con questa maglia sei fantastica, nu vase e brivido pe mme me guardi e triemm? rind?a l?anime, mi fermo al buio e sai xke??
You been jawin' at me from across the bar Like I messed with your woman or I stoled your car What's your problem I don't even know your name You got a
Sharp fresh food never tasted so good As the time you placed it in your mouth Settling on my tongue it stung And left me drowsy in the heat And left me
So here it is it?s just me A different drummer but the same old beat It seems like everything is going to be just fine Cause I?m having a good time As
Is this time consuming or am I insecure Take this chance don't want you out of here Recovering, desperate is on its way Tell my teacher that I was
Celestial Journey, Intercession of spheres Interstellar release The cosmic reappears Drift among stars, Flow vainly into black Tranquil body seizured
I kissed Pilato's Hands and touched the Nails in Jesus'ones Making the Favorite Jewels of my Wife with His collapsed Eyes In the Pure Waters of Baptism
Deep within my sordid thoughts of decadent dementia I have deemed the only way to sustain psychosis Is to force my life's disdain upon the helpless victims