It was ours from the moment it was sane sane sane I like the bit on you inside I know it me go listen then go on Mary had a little drug go on the mother
This is bliss life im living see no strings but I have not forgiven so pleased so pleased so pleased so pleased me I'm living don't need nothing
This guy doused his wife in gasoline Then he went and he set the bitch on fire You see Crazy Dan was the name of the man He was pretty much a high strung
[groaning] Hey You're in my heart You're in my heart And I'll start eating my heart [I'm a] canni, canni, cannibal Hey You're in my stomach You're in
She said... "I'm not using my body now, so you can play with me if you want to." AAAAGGGHHh[gibberish/incomprehensible]!! Oh, not so much lethargic
[groaning] Hey You're in my heart You're in my heart And I'll start eating my heart [I'm a] canni, canni, cannibal Hey You're in my stomach You're
This is bliss life im living see no strings but I have not forgiven so pleased so pleased so pleased so pleased me I'm living don't need
see green like a Marine Support Calvin Klein jeans, fed a bitch from the Phillipines with a immoral nose ring (masterbatin' with a magazine!!) Yeah, I'm acid
these are average raps You keepin the savage batch hidden The can of whoop ass what the shady aftermath did You pop off the top its like open and vats of acid
hustle don't quit until the good stop But don't sleep, we leavin' cars on wood blocks An' lookin' for could be nots drivin' by lookin' wide eyed Gone acid
[Mad Child:] Calculated cold blooded killer A methodical animal of the dusk I'll blow the planet to dust Hell boy acid drenched Dead lift danger Born
freak, yeah I am the crawling dead A phantom in a box, shadow in your head, say Acid suicide, freedom of the blast Read the fucker lies, yeah Scratch
the dog Hand in hand with the dog And whatever the fuck went down she ran with the dog First time I had a match and didn't scratch You catch just
, whispering your brain sick Who's there, hanging by my window Swinging patiently The taste that's been left in your mouth Of rot but for acid a drought
Dropped acid, Blue Oyster Cult concert, fourteen years old And I thought them lasers were a spider chasing me On my way home, got pulled over in Rogersville