there were times when i was gathering speed and mass too fast like a snowball goin down hill
as the other times were happening to me i was crackin into pieces and shattering dreams like oh well
and the ice it didnt stand a fuckin chance i was full of petulance in a rocketship speedin towards hell
when it melted i was thirsty as a plant in the desert in the sand, spinnin pistols at the ok corral
like clint eastwood or maybe john wayne, with a fistful of heat smokin barrels in the rain
launch attacks with my mind i aint blind to the games snort anthrax lines doing kicks of the crane
im a karate kid quicker than miyagi the whole cobra dojo runs from teriyaki
but a wheel without a spoke is just a fucked up joke when i spoke i would feel like i was morally broke
a bank is just a storage unit waiting to be robbed in the wild wild west the wildest dont need a job
in the void there is nothing in the void there is all and my voice is the void dont avoid my call
hey bitch would ya be my bitch
hey ho would be my ho
hey girl could ya scratch my itch
its ok aint nobody gotta know
hey ho would u be my bitch
hey bitch would u be my ho
im as rich as jaden smith
so get on your knees and proceed to blow
but when i look into your eyes they are kalei do scopic and i cant turn away but hey why would i stop it
theu tend to pull me in i am just an object bending to your will now i dont feel godless
god is such a strong word maybe i am a prophet profit from your love fuck a bank ill rob it
bustin caps at the people in the projects swingin from streetlamps tarzans on it
to be so bold you could be my hazy jane we could hijack control of the craziest train
murderous couriers delivering pain yelling out warriors come out and play
my name is mr plisken im ready to risk it, escape to LA with a bag full of biscuits
broke as a thing that would need alot of fixin, kill everyone that flirts with ya end up in sing sing
coast to coast like my name was george noory screamin weird shit like alex jones tellin stories
goin crazy cuz you made me this way with the way that you look and the things that you say.
its a relative grace just waiting for a fall in the negative space is the strength of my walls
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