String pulls back the door
Books piled high, roof to floor
You know you cannot rid
Whats been there since sixty-six
Four kings, golden brown
To a crook with a f*cked up crown
I can't contain the feeling
So just f*ck it, I'm gonna spit it here
This time, gonna scare the shit out of my own existence
Kicking it canine distance
My head wont stop, no one listens
All alone with a bag full of honeycomb
Load it up in a dome
Crack rock is a no-go Frodo
Two
When times strike hard I bring my self
To take a moment to bring forth this time
Since he has seen over fifty years of the average human lifespan
Peace
My blood is cold
I'll skin your head 'til you die bald
All I need is the pig
I'll make this town a crypt
Can you look at the truth
Not the ash in your boot
With the hint of a crook
You robbed the liver he took
After endless content
We all knew it would be
Ours in the end
Peace
T-O-T motherf*cker
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String pulls back the door
Books piled high, roof to floor
You know you cannot rid
Whats been there since sixty-six
Four kings, golden brown
To a crook with a f*cked up crown
I can't contain the feeling
So just f*ck it, I'm gonna spit it here
This time, gonna scare the shit out of my own existence
Kicking it canine distance
My head wont stop, no one listens
All alone with a bag full of honeycomb
Load it up in a dome
Crack rock is a no-go Frodo
Two
When times strike hard I bring my self
To take a moment to bring forth this time
Since he has seen over fifty years of the average human lifespan
Peace
My blood is cold
I'll skin your head 'til you die bald
All I need is the pig
I'll make this town a crypt
Can you look at the truth
Not the ash in your boot
With the hint of a crook
You robbed the liver he took
After endless content
We all knew it would be
Ours in the end
Peace
T-O-T motherf*cker
Books piled high, roof to floor
You know you cannot rid
Whats been there since sixty-six
Four kings, golden brown
To a crook with a f*cked up crown
I can't contain the feeling
So just f*ck it, I'm gonna spit it here
This time, gonna scare the shit out of my own existence
Kicking it canine distance
My head wont stop, no one listens
All alone with a bag full of honeycomb
Load it up in a dome
Crack rock is a no-go Frodo
Two
When times strike hard I bring my self
To take a moment to bring forth this time
Since he has seen over fifty years of the average human lifespan
Peace
My blood is cold
I'll skin your head 'til you die bald
All I need is the pig
I'll make this town a crypt
Can you look at the truth
Not the ash in your boot
With the hint of a crook
You robbed the liver he took
After endless content
We all knew it would be
Ours in the end
Peace
T-O-T motherf*cker
Writer: Tom Flemming
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