blood rushed back To my limbs, my hands, my head, my heart And you broke it apart To my limbs, my hands, my head, my heart And you broke it apart The dead
the place of blood Decay sets in, bones begin to crack Thrown six feet down left to rot Brains oozing black down the side of your broken neck Skull
broken As they eat your pancreas Human liver for their dinner Or maybe soup with eyes 'Cause of death still unknown Gnawing meat from your bones Bone
bone broken, your truculent toll Succumbing to my offensive demeanor Every bone broken enhances my soul Your twisted corpse is contorted dead rot Every bone
bones And necks, pierced together from dead tissue Body parts crudely sewn, face is smashed to pulp drooling from an empty socket Brain half Dead Hungry
bones Violently cutting, seriously hacking Sounds of death fill the air Bones sticking out, ripped from sockets Blood spurting everywhere Victim lying dead
red Like rats by the piper we're led, to join in this song for the dead The humor of the gallons never fails to ring true In this dead, bleak, sick
bottle of grain alcohol And beat the fucking shit out of my head Ow, ow, you're hurting me old man That night I served a concussion Deep inside my goat brain I still cannot feel my tail bone
you please Make a decision to create life or spread death and disease We got 360 degrees of emcees That make these rap niggaz sound like they swangin' from trees Everythang from brain
spoken We here to get our brains open and our chains broken Watch me walk around the planet with the same notion His adversaries thought the pain broke
cigarettes, empty bottles and dirty socks underwear with skidmarks and a broken clock my cigs piled high where the roaches roam on a two-week old plate of chicken bones
had your chance to keep the sun And now your in the rain, I be the Skarcrow but you the one who missin brains. I put the barrel to the bone And now
it isn't) My name is Ian Mathias Bavitz and I was born in Long Island, New York Seventy Six, before Graham and after Chris... OK In August of 2001 my seemingly splinter-proof brain bone
half Ch-ch-chatter boooox, now let a soothe sayer major Cater to a king green battered on the brink of disease I am, skin and bones, I am, sin and poems
childish early Wright brothers experiment Prototypic model fossil Sit and sweat bullets on a console Busting accidental dirt bike donuts Outside the most ridiculous poison tongue brain silo Dead
Even if all my bones are broken I will drag myself back from the edge to Kill the king, the king is dead, long live the king Kill the king, the king
forget this I rob you, put you on my hit list Under my nails is dirty, look at the grime My burnt lips from the roach clips How can I shine being broker
wig back Don't front, my squad got you opin Hit you with a buck fifty Here's a token Ramp is smokin I'm no joke and I leave your face broken This is survival