Em's flow on both of these tracks is crazy. The lyrics are outstanding
Such cynicism when there’s izm in my system,
blunt hypnotism, lift the spliff up to my lip son.
The sick Satan worshippin’, bitches get horse-whippins,
I’m in the back, through the back door, slip in
Through the crack leavin’ the corpse drippin’
The mortician of love, sent from above,
Two classics from Refill that only us Em fans know





















