He told me not to waste my breath.
You'll never be but second best.
Third best,
fourth best;
worse than the rest.
I'll cut off your right hand,
**** you to **** with the left.
Squeezing your **** 'till there's nothing left.
Hell yeah,
he's got swag
he bought it from a man
who called him a ***
In a little bag
he gave him so crack
But no! It slipped from his hands
down a storm drain
never to be seen again.
A war story is what he sold
"I spotted the ****** in a churches bell tower,
squeeze the trigger, one two, one two,
******* insurgents,
they never win,
****** to hell and all that's therein."
The devil would do anything for one last hit,
he lives in my veins, he don't give a ****
He's a stranger, from out of town,
selling drugs to kids, dressed like a clown.
The cops chase him out but the damage is done,
but hell ******* yeah, the kids are having fun.
This isn't art,
this garbage is about poetic as the rez
I'm scrapin' from my pipe,
doing anything to get high.
The grass is greener on the other side,
you know it is,
my only question is with what they fertilize it with.
******** GMO's? Something equally as destructive,
it's the truth, you know it is
******** you say?
Bulltruth is what it is,
like it or not,
it is what it is.
May 25, 2014
May 25, 2014 at 7:42 PM UTC
He told me not to waste my breath.
You'll never be but second best.
Third best,
fourth best;
worse than the rest.
I'll cut off your right hand,
**** you to **** with the left.
Squeezing your **** 'till there's nothing left.
Hell yeah,
he's got swag
he bought it from a man
who called him a ***
In a little bag
he gave him so crack
But no! It slipped from his hands
down a storm drain
never to be seen again.
A war story is what he sold
"I spotted the ****** in a churches bell tower,
squeeze the trigger, one two, one two,
******* insurgents,
they never win,
****** to hell and all that's therein."
The devil would do anything for one last hit,
he lives in my veins, he don't give a ****
He's a stranger, from out of town,
selling drugs to kids, dressed like a clown.
The cops chase him out but the damage is done,
but hell ******* yeah, the kids are having fun.
This isn't art,
this garbage is about poetic as the rez
I'm scrapin' from my pipe,
doing anything to get high.
The grass is greener on the other side,
you know it is,
my only question is with what they fertilize it with.
******** GMO's? Something equally as destructive,
it's the truth, you know it is
******** you say?
Bulltruth is what it is,
like it or not,
it is what it is.
