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Fist Full Of Fingers

clothes medicine I think I'd funk a bunk colony to possibly amuse grown delegates food clothes medicine Peace, the whippersnapper generation greet 'em with a full

at night while you watchin TV lonely But phony shit is what relationships bring That's why you lookin at my fingers but you see no rings Just a fist full

Bloody nose, Busted lips, Broken ribs, Broken hips Full sleeves and no tits, Bruised eyes and loose clits Fuck the number; Can't stand, 2 dicks and 1 fist

Hyde] O.K. Coral style, shootouts at sundown I?m taking ten paces, splatter faces with the rounds Quickdraw like Will Carver with the forty-four revolver Got a fist full

off with other follies All your desires for couch and TV Pick up a book, pick up a shovel Put down the gun, throw up the fist Throw intelligent words

up yuh leg And mek mi jook here Jack it up jack it up Mek she vomit and puke here Rule numba one write it down inna da book here Tall finga nail caan

brother as I start to climb It's like that, that that or this Get up and get dissed because my crew makes five fingers and a fist That's right, reminice

s a room full of notes that build to a dread Is there room to ignore what we are here for Turn on the lights and open the door. Ring on your finger,

better run fast The last punk that popped junk passed Spit on his grave,laughed,jumped in my stretch Signed his bitch an autograph Syndicate boy,I don't fool out You're full