From time to time I find song lyrics that really strike a chord. This is one of them.
Your construction
Smells of corruption
I manipulate to recreate
This air to ground saga
Gotta launder my karma
I said hallelujah to the sixteen loyal fans
Youll get down on your muthafuckin knees
And its time for your sickness again
Come on and tell me what you need
Tell me what is making you bleed
We got two more minutes and
We gonna cut to what you need
So one of six so tell me
One do you want to live
And one of seven tell me
Is it time for your muthafuckin ass to give
Tell me is it time to get down on your muthafuckin knees
Tell me is it time to get down
Im blown to the maxim
Two hemispheres battlin
Im blown to the maxim
Two hemispheres battlin
Suckin up, one last breath
Take a drag off of death
Hey mr. policeman
Is it time for getting away
Is it time for driving down the mother fuckin road
And running from your ass today
Now tell me if do you agree
Or tell me if Im makinyou bleed
I got a few more minutes and
Im gonna cut to what you need
So one of six so tell me
One do you want to live
And one of seven tell me
Is it time for your muthafuckin ass to give
Tell me is it time to get down on your muthafuckin knees
Tell me is it time to get down
Got a revolution behind my eyes
We got together and organize
Got a revolution behind my eyes
We got together and organize
Got a revolution behind my eyes
We got together and organize
You want a revolution behind your eyes
We got together and organize
Come on baby tell me
Yes we aim to please
3 comments:
I preferred the picture ha ha ha ha
I won't be organizing a revolution it is organizing itself. And I won't be on my knees when the first blow comes.
Sorry, my son has a boob problem ie the fact that I have a set. LMAO I had to change my picture..
I meant the one of him sleeping with the dog. ha ha ha ha
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