[Cage] I started getting juicy when I saw what it does Nevermind my tunnel vision and skin crawling with bugs My pores start to hyperventilate, hypes of my mental state Go psychodelic out of my skelleton to celebrate This hell is great, rapidly tweeking to corpse with me Then stumble the bundle, into the freezer like Walt Disney Drain the liquid from me then stick my earths tummy When I'm reborn you can't take shit from me
[Chorux x2] Because dead.. Because dead.. Because dead get to shine all night long..
[Tame One] Unusual part of a funeral marks the musical dark Moodkiller got full peaked bodybags of leak with smells reaking through Zippers Morticians perscription striff, soaking peoples tuxidos to the bone There's no place like a funeral home.. My newports get mummifed corpses dripping from horror This is like diarrhea after the rigor mortis Both lungs is spunges, with fluid like oil changing the Buick Drowning but you still hearing that background music I've seen you with the girl from The Ring Raise hell at new well, fuck who you call Sprinkle black magic like Voodoo dolls Night of the living leak heads, dipping pot and cooking pot I'm running off of Chris Thomas's watch You can mourn the gone but what pump through my arms in the mourge I can afford to purchase more and then smoke and then record
[Chorux x2]
[Cage] My girlfriend walked in on me hacking my arm up From my wrist to my pex, needless to say she's my ex With no excuse for my behaviour, the razor's my acting agent You say it's a cry for help, I say it's more like practice, ain't it? All of my heroes been dead since I was two-zero Instead of be in the fam my shrine's a mirror of meds Cigarette sizzeling, smoking till my flesh wear diligence Like long range missiles into Iraqi villages Shotguns are the most succesable tickets to Haitis, kids Rather be dead than the guy who raps about how great he is One last fuck, cigarette and sipp on my lager Then I'm gonna burn in hell with Kurt, BIG and my father