Welcome to the lines Of the meat production chain Meat survival's down Plague death from the disease Still the meat procreates Adds bodies to the flames
look good in a brand new dress She never felt good in her fish net She's got to be this towns best mess But it ain't nothin' that her face would suggest
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to the people who run it, to the people who own it, that unless you're free, the machine will be prevented from working at all" -Mario Savio To save face
Hey what's up You've reached Christina's answering machine Please leave me a message after the tone Thank you, bye When I met you, I never through this
' that the weather man couldn't predict I start the ball, prick, you better flee 'cause I get ticked It's a rap, I was down, when I was down I was kicked
Tell us all a story about how it used to be Make it up and then write it down, just like history About Goldilocks and the three bears, nature in the cross
on the mind Earth becomes a farm, farmer takes a wife Wife becomes a river and the giver of life Man becomes machine, oil runs down his face Machine
fam Who thought you brought harm, you see I'm iced out like a glass of tea Better yet, oatmeal cookies Y'all just rookies to me Slidin' up and down
A mountain of stone, a door of steel Can't stand in my way, I'd go on Brutal machines, unbending laws Can't slow me down, I'd go on I've learned how to
know I'm a dancing machine With a fire in my bones and the sweet taste of kerosene I get lost in the night so high I don't want to come down To face the
Jesus Christ has a pretty face The kind you'd find on someone that could save If they don't put me away It'll be a miracle Do you believe you're missing
asphalt Finally I recognize the face of my hibachi dealer Who takes off his prosthetic lips and tells me Everything you know is wrong Black is white, up is down
Mr. Mr. Scarface from walking down the block Out jumps some fiends and steals all his rocks Pulls out a gun and shoots down all the fiends And Mr. Mr.
ready for me I know the city gettin' ready (Kanye) Such an easy mornin', we on a ride And I'm feelin' smooth as the way the Benz drive Turn the radio down
his love You wanna get out, but he's holdin' you down 'Cause you can't live without one more touch He's a, a good time, cowboy Casanova Leaning up against the record machine
Bobby's driving through the city tonight, Through the lights in a hot new rent-a-car. He joins the lovers in his heavy machine. It's a scene down on sunset
it seems that life is just too much But you've got the love I need to see me through Let me take you down to London city Where the attitudes bad and
