want to live Lately all I want Is to be in your hole Sleep without a dream As cold as it seems It's my destiny How many men have been In your sacred hole
pen Ruler Zig-Zag-Zig, we don't fuck with no pig We teach the kids, you rather have a bullet or a word to your wig Murder rates increases, bullet holes
nobody heard me I'm out that muthafucka with about 4 pounds of that shamrock Zip lock, body bag, toe tag, wet t-shirt, black mask In and out fast, murderous, vast
an extreme solution no fossil fuel mimicking exhaust rattles troublesome a madmans vast direct iron grooved world primary state average distance closer
check one] My life's not right [check two] My life's not right [check three] Are you ready? [El-P] (you know this was supposed to be for my album though...?) [Vast
beat's the skeleton You got beef but there's worms in your wellington I'll put a hole in your skull and extract your skeleton Oh my God, said a word twice, vast
A bold night for my new rock shirt Expected a burn-hole Expected the worst Such shots in the dark I should not risk I command you to speak to me And be
a sound of a ping-pong ball Except generally you'll hear That's the sound of a match between a golfer and a ping-pong enthusiast I played golf today, 18 holes
many places Flown through vast empty spaces With stewardesses whose hands Look much older than their faces And I've tossed so many napkins Into that big hole
Featuring Ian Tyson the rodeo's over, the folks have gone home and the cowboys are all down the road well boys, she was a good un, we kicked a hole
Amazing eyes turned towards the oldest silence We tried to catch a glimpse of our past Our primal sea, so deep and vast All I know, a black hole's coming
a long time Scattering smiles Must I swallow my pride? There's a hole in the sky As distant and vast As our moral vacuum And growing as fast And if
It's the sea of life a nightmare For the searching and ever coming back. In the middle of the empty nowhere In a deep hole that is getting black The
[Aesop Rock] 3x Every little step we take breaks the dreams Of a warm pig itching to re-stitch the seams [Vast Aire] Namsayin, when I walk, I wanna break
the door two days of bad acid and Quaaludes While a boom box talks trash to the Richter Sulkin awkward With a zip lock on a pill hole Bitter fucker
bust another shot from the glock (chorus) From the streets below to everything above To the heart that pumps ra-kim allah's blood I swear I kick a hole
It's too late to turn back now The infection has been gone Life here has no meaning Life here is no fun Are you empty Maybe I can fill the hole Are