mess, it'a a mess, but there are no lyrics. Don't you know it's just some noise!
Everyone got reason To why your so blind I covered your back again And you better cover mine If i turned and walked away Would you stick your knives
just more comics In a pissing contest That started out with atomic bombs Mom will they drop the bomb Will they think about their children's children Be a forwardless mess
(This fucker's rabid and still breathing!) (Hiding cabbage!) Oh, the heater claps to leave me I'ma ninja this shit wit' sugar in the fuel tank of a saucer
Just call me the living dead These songs fuel my lust for her flesh Just hymns for a heart that's a bloody mess I guess we lived like the dead Did we
I need something real To take me away Living in excess A glorious emptiness, this mess Can pin you to the ground Happiness is cruel It burns like rocket fuel
pain, know rage is fuel. As you sit in church, a friend in a coffin, flowers ?round headstones, graveyards of relatives. Seems like no way out, out of this mess
a couple, just roommates; out having too many shots on a Tuesday. Who knew they'd be tools for the duo, put a little bit of fire on the fuel. It's
causing waves again Did you taken it upon yourself to disrupt their whole scene? So picture perfect and squeaky clean I for one embrace the sting The fuel
chest if you so upset Is that what it gon be if it comes to yes, then I guess that day will become a mess They messed up when they told me the sky's
RAMBOZO the Clown To draft age kids It sure looks like fun- "Kill 'em all And let God sort 'em out." Like video games-no mess Just fuel for a mass lapse
not to mention Civilians The loss of life on both sides Pushed the limits of resilience The scent of blood in our nostrils Fuel of the fossil land of
lobe Mathematical parabola, ACT test and just ex-plorating the creative arctic regions, or isolating cockpit A regular pitstop monitoring with enough fuel
start jumpin You're out of control, and I'm right on track In seconds later I work the bone out your back To mess with the two is to mess with hot water
sat to read the paper, the fog was lifting a little late. Each day someone was dying, and that's all I seem to notice. Lord Separate me from this mess
duty I'll go home bill tunes on Fruity I put the TV on mute Have a drink, but I don't blaze I'm a badman I don't run out of fuel Any MCs wanna come and
on duty I'll go homeboy tunes on Fruity I put the TV on newbs Have a drink, but I don't blaze I'm a badman I don't run out of fuel Any MCs wanna come
just a waste of a song. You're a simple regret. I thought I knew who you were, but watch how fast I forget. You wore your prettiest dress, but there's a mess
