of your pride. Torsions-secret of life, Vomits-secret of pride. Your organism repeats regurgitation, Organs of digestion excrete bad smell. In the bloody mood identity dies, Torsions
[WC] You niggaz can't fade this nutty-ass cutthroat Maad Circle villain Leanin, scheamin in the Gremlin Sippin on Mak Duk, on my way to Compton to pick
Twisting, turning, twisting and turning 'round This thing is burning and all I want is another match Twisting and turning this thing is burning down Twisted
I watch it trickle from your lips Pearls of ruby red soaking up your head Until you want to push through Then the world turns red and the wine tastes
I tear myself apart and I throw it on the ground in front of you Can't hide that I'm a social wreck And though I sit within the wounds that one day
I can see you're hurting You wear it like a coat of amour You closed your eyes And chose your battleground And there's no way through you 'Cause I'm
You refuse to accept, ten millions of dead, 'cause your freaky fascist regime, isn't really that fucking clean, Twisting history for their cause You say
We're going on a holiday now Gonna take a villa, a small chalet On the Costa del Magnifico Where the cost of living is so low Yeah, we're gonna be so
Miss Gulch Mr Gale, Uncle Henry Howdy, Miss Gulch. Miss Gulch I want to see you and your wife right away, about Dorothy. Uncle Henry Dorothy? Well,
We're going on a holiday now Gonna take a villa, a small chalet Costa del Magnifico Yo, cost of living is so low Yeah, gonna be so neat Dance to the
"Mirror, mirror on the wall Shouldst not grave pleasures be my all? For if I shall see thy Will be done Grant Me the Witchcraft of thy tongue" Three
She'd warm feet and pink lips, they slapped her, she gave a cry The patter of tiny feet, from first kiss to goodbye She moved to the city, she phones
An' are you my daddy? An' are you? An' are you my daddy? Are you? I don't wanna cut you up (I don't want) Drink you from a paper cup (I don't want) I
I keep my nose clean, I keep my speech plain I keep my promises, she twists the knife again I shut my memory, I close my eyes and then She takes another
Yeah, it's the motherfucking 213 Blasting off on your ass Something funky funtabolous Can you dig it my bobble? Check this out one time Since we're talking
She set your goldfish free And now she's sighing Blew out your pilot light And made a wish She doesn't have to have Her db's record back now But there
