
Guilty conscience: What? She tripped? Fell? Landed on his dick?!


I drink more liqour to fuck you up quicker, then you'd wanna fuck me up for sayin the word n,igger



I take seven kids from Columbine and stand em all in line
add an Ak-47, a revolver, a .9, A Mac-11 and it oughtta solve the problem of my mind
and that's a whole school of bullies shot up all at one time



I'm in a soundproof
Booth without a roof
Drunk off 180 proof
Vodka with docter Ruth
We in the vocal room inhalin magic markers
Sitting the dark lightin our blunts with sparklers




When I was little I used to get so hungry I would throw fits.
How you gonna breast feed me mom? You ain't got no tits!


Life is a crazy ride and nothing is guaranteed.


NO MORE BLOOD FOR OIL.






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