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Blood For Breakfast

There's my mother pounding grain Sun over her head, it won't rain Blood in her veins, boiling again she won't break, pride is her name She made grits for breakfast

) hammer for My breakfast slipping of the edge in catatonic blood multiple decibel inscriptions trying all they can in miles an hour ... face grey and looming downwards sniffing ALL THE TIME for

you hit the floor I'm a cannibal, insane and powerful I'm thirsty for your blood, I'm hungry for your corpse I'm a cannibal, insane and powerful Breakfast with your brain, waiting for

you offer for the life that you steal? Meat at the restaurant...medium or rare? How did it get there? Too few really care Animal for breakfast. Animal for tea. Animal for

t even half the MC I be when I'm half-past You'll be like Ali G, actin' daft for half a laugh Tryna past for half-cast wit' ya half arse corny moustache

settles her down It all started over and over again His mom made him breakfast Gets on the bus goes out to see the world He lies on the ground, wipes blood

whole world is waking up a ribbon cut for the opening we all knew that day would arrive up all night all upset the outside's growing light no breakfast

Who wrote her honour's essay on the mind of little Cale And published in some academic journal is my tale When I'd go to set the table for breakfast or

to show you man, get up in there move that head man Come on to me man, but when you come man you gotta come for blood man Come up to me man, come on bust