the flesh Like flesh on hot steel I wanna make you suffer, I wanna make you feel I wanna make you feel so bad You'd even kill yourself to heal No more
hot steel I wanna make you suffer I wanna make you feel I wanna make you feel so bad You'd even kill yourself to heal Yeah, no more Yeah, no more
flesh Like flesh on hot steel I wanna make you suffer, I wanna make you feel I wanna make you feel so bad You'd even kill yourself to heal No more
Now you can't find him and he's just a stranger And if you did he'd probably give you the finger You hit channel zero on your channel changer And your
channel zero bender's less creepy, it's bliss Repeat with a twist...Easy When every martian in the market holler feed me The all city opinion spicket leaky You learn more
Too much is never enough. Super-size, my eyes like satellites. The say live faster. The say die harder. I've got my TV on channel zero all night long
your eyes on the awesome mechanics of the metallic saucers Flown by man, I bet you thought it was the Martians Since "Channel Zero" I tried to do somethin
of the new click Color Changin' Click-clack rap, I plan to rule it clap [Hook - 4x] [Chamillionaire] If you owe me any more than zero cents, time to
me Line them up, knock them down, Keep them cocked, beats and vocals If you fuck with these locals catch ghost busters logo Channel zero Separate suckers
grain A piece without chain, Jigga without Dame Coke without cocaine, my lyrics are too cold to be tamed Messing with a young nigga, more metaphors than Biggy More
loopus. curious. horticulture nocturnal incubus structure jinxed andromea. plague language idea pangea panorama prana geomancy andywarhol solar pannel channel zero
no permission So sickenin, load quickly or your soul's liftin Or maybe fallin, shots left the coffin closed Lord knows the holes left in his torso It was more
king of the new click Color Changin' Click-clack rap, I plan to rule it clap [Hook x4] [Chamillionaire] If you owe me any more than zero cents, time
Man] Who wanna flip with the acrobatic From ground zero all the way to attic, what we be smokin, Tical The resevoir is now open I swim the English Channel
Yo, yo, we can't stay alive forever (yeah) So if shit hit the fan then we might as well die together I'm high as ever, more hoes and more cheddar (yeah
zero, you know I froze No Cd's, a black and white TV, a seat is a rubber tire With a hanger for the antenna, turned channels with some pliers Had nothin
no such thing, like a female with good looks, who cooks and cleans, it just means so much more to so much more people when you're rappin' and you know
