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bloodbath64 - vapor season lyrics

spittin on ya from the top of the ponzi spilling yr guts just like a f+ckin cup of coffee that was held by a jittery hand lifes a beach leave the shoreline littered with cans and i told ya i dont give a frick or a d+mn if these doggies wanna play i got the stick in my hand and say fetch i came in this b+tch to catch wreck and pack techs and cash checks and have s+x and crash jets and smash cassette decks and when i start to blast i ask which heads next on no bed rest only lots of fluids i shot the sheriff but i didn’t mean to do it but i did it like that and whats done is done thats what you get for sparkin blunts with a gun f+ck and run liz phair kicks and snare hats and cymbals and jack was nimble but jack was dim and he wasn’t to quick i reached into his pants and i snapped his d+ck its m+80 the raging id the type to shoot up all the parents and then raise the kids as my own act alone when i crack yr dome pack the cone and light it up like christmas lifes and art and arts a business i leave the crime scene but i never leave a witness

i see pink moons and green glovers silver bullets plus red blood all over the ill soldier snortin pure coca cola tote so many guns i got bad shoulders its a hold up yr best to do what i told ya when i roll up hide the bomb in a stroller and tear the spot with a terrorist plot when i step into the room all the flowers just rot and glass shatters bugs scatter blood splatters it doesnt matter just how bad it gets because it only gets worse matches in my purse to burn the church and spit the gypsy curse i filled the he+rs+ guess i gotta get a crypt i packed the blunt guess its gonna get lit i skip the diss hit you straight with the fist and leave you miffed like gorillas in the mist the queen snake slidin through the police state but these days i have to smoke like three jays just to catch a buzz running from the fuzz do the dinosaur like was not was just because f+ck it tatted on my knuckles known to swing a baseball bat below the belt buckle i may chuckle but im far from giddy got my finger on the trigger make it pop like iggy

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