I could've been the king of other flowers. Your rattlesnakes would be charmed and smiling hard, but we waited for too long. I could've been your golden
So now I find myself again, I'm crawling back into a bottle. You just blame it on yourself, despite what everybody told you. They just don't have a
We're going down. Into churning waters and we will plunge. Through the great divide and we will be buried in the water. We will be buried in the water
girls and fat ladies Too much make up in young faces Which are already old Cheap lipstick on the cigarette-tips (Don't) mess around with the bitch (Don't) mess
nickel punks Slowly cope but swore his lowly robot vole evoke Would someday rise in sections to interrogate the Holy Ghost (I knew it!) [Verse: Aesop Rock] Holy
inches, on my 6-4 bus Step out of line, I got to bust Leave out of state, remain anonymous I'm bout the dollar, in God I trust Don't mess with broads
walk this out (walk this out) But it's harder now (harder now), can I talk to ya'll? (talk to ya'll) I got caught in this mess, yearning to walk in the
one that could cure you like she does (she does) no one could leave you so alone (Cuh, cuh, come on) Here I goes, my vibe is holy, my eyes close either
the practice grew and i flew i wanted to be a rapper so simple and plain from Los Angeles city of the big bang theory where everyone is leery now a whole mess
you enter the church One after one in a line To receive what the priest has in mind Feeding a story of lies I laugh at you holy priest With your church
Blasphemer of Gods above One thousand years of lies They hold their swords to out throats And force-feed us with faith 'Bout god, his son and holy whore
rides the earth The ancients are reborn Lucifer we greet you now We'll serve you as your slaves No one can stop thy unknown hordes In this mess of obscurity
in the pair of fly ties Niggas bringing the drama My niggas Deeper than the Mobb Bring the shit like you want it You can't bust me I'm like the holy son
then fry them like fish and vegetable Don't make me vexed wit' you don't mess with my vegetables Don't mess with my seeds, my weeds or I'm gettin' you
around the Sun (Sanctum Officium) Has made me believe Has made me believe Has made me believe "We know for sure you're lying Would you like to mess with holy
up Task folks tried us, masked up 9 up Masked up, Blast up, Ass up partna Give a nigga a couple grand, have ya ass a wonderland Walkin with dat holy