Merry, you may be. For I am the flesh in your tounge. Create to yourself, images of these glass-eyed figures, and expose to me, your skin - whorish as
Thinking outrageously I write in cursive I hide in my bed with the lights on the floor Wearing three layers of coats and leg warmers I see my own breath
Thinking outrageously I write in cursive I hide in my bed with the lights on the floor Wearing three layers of coats and leg warmers I see my own
I've been around forever, watching, waiting She was the one Took what I wanted, what I longed for With no remorse Rape, in the night To defile the pure
This song is instrumental.
Here's my fist Here's my fire Bend right over for the new messiah The cheque you write for ecstasy Is drawn on the bank of misery Here's my fist
NARRATOR THERE'S A FULL MOON SHINING AND A JOKER IN THE PACK THE DEALER'S DEALT THE CARDS, AND HE WON'T TAKE THEM BACK THERE'S A BLACK CAT STALKING
Take minks off, take things off Take chains off, take rings off Braclets is yapped, fame came off Ante up, everything off Fool what you want, we stiflin
Nigga we got three minutes to get in and out this motherfucker And when you get in there don't act like no bitch (shot) Freeze motherfucker, alright bitch
When willie met ronnie he was runnin' up a track He was bent down, burned out, carryin' a sack Come on boy, you got to stop and help me some And keep
(pack it up) Robbery Robbery Robbery (Run) Armed Robbery (Give it up) Your destination is a casket, when I put on my mask kid My task is seeing green
I've been sentenced to all the things I had to do And a naked Image grew out of my hands A craftsman without tools, I fashioned these for you Voiceless
This cop that the robber is thinkin' of Stole his heart and they fell in love They was makin' love at the scene of the crime Drinkin' a gram of gin with
Such a baby He's out to get me I'm standing on the corner of the rhythm and blues A Valentino smile gave me my first clue Tell me girl, I wonder, can
(feat. Ice Water Inc.) [Intro: Polite (P.C.)] [whispering] Eh yo.. eh yo. [speaking normally] Ice Water (yeah yeah) Don't get it twisted We'll shoot
Chorus This ain't serious This will make you delirious If we didn't buss Every artist woulda fraid of us This ain't serious this will make you delirious