blood of life Strenght an only friend No time for sorry It's just time to move on I'm the last man Castration Furstration You don't mean a fuck to
a coat all rolled up Inside a bag he probably dragged the body for about a block Disappeared without a trace No DNA no not a drop Cause me and dre and
close enough Leather Face'll fuck a nigga up and smile And hit 'em with the millimeter and I show a bitch kill a nigga See me drivin', bitch, come on
Demolition of bodies, smashed and broken Piles of guts, moist and steaming Tendons severing, brains are boiling Unburied corpses in state of decay Rotten
With a promise of absolution, my thoughts are tangled in my creations With a promise of unequaled pleasure, reason is twisting The knives are crooning for this perfect
Perfection, a murder divine Palette wet with atrocity I relish the last look in your eyes Clutching your intestines, your scream echoes through me Perfection, a
overpacked prisons Flingin's and niggas thug livin', precious Three strikes, I hope they don't test us And pull a heater ammunition is great Move without a sound And
found a coat all rolled up Inside a bag he probably dragged the body for about a block Disappeared without a trace No DNA no not a drop Cause me and
, melodic flux War flock, of perfected, dead it, bloods chop it up And the birds of a feather, fly together Intellaced moving mo' murder messages of me and
blood Horror is the bargain of the day Show me more blood!!! Show me more bones!!! Much more than ever!!! More blood!! More and more and more!! More blood!! More and more and
knees You will sell your body for a cup of her love You will murder and steal and stain your hands with blood Lady Geneva She will make you a fool and
love Never so much blood You're a ghost, love Nightgown flowing Your body blue and walking Along the continental shelf You are a dream among the sharks Beautiful and
Then padlock your time box and dropped it in a black marsh To Hell and back is where my mind has been And once upon a time I had a friend I thought
livid and pallid and turgid and structured and structured and structured and structured and structured and regard and refrain, the sick and the dumb,
bust a shot in the muthafuckin' courtroom and watch it clear out A hundred thousand mile warranty Metaphorically, I'll use a hundred thousand styles and murder you orally I took a
home this one day and I am really irritated, and looking for a little sympathy and there's Bernie layin' on the couch, drinkin' a beer and chewin'.
Watch as my blood lust seeps out of my nights and contaminates all of my days. Chorus: The violence playing my song The orchestra of flesh and bone.
