BLOW

LYRICS BY Deacon Burns

Verse 1

I'm a rolling pharmaceutical drunk off Brew as usual i’m quite The spectacle high as fuck face full of blow i'm a desperado

Fun loving criminal i got In Utero on my boom box radio

Kounterclockwise i'm a counterculture weirdo pseudo Intellectual habitual liar setting fire to the bible for whom the Werkraum bell tolls my sins begin to grasp at my tattered soul

Trying to drag me down to the great below buried in regret

And covered in my unfulfilled goals life ain’t turn out quite the

Way a wanted it so fuck it my hearts grown cold now that i'm

Old we done broke the mold hear the sound of cackling crows

For i am he who walks behind the rose my brain is on overload

I'm quick to unload in a molesting preachers rope

Chorus

Eat some shit and drink my piss blow your fucking self to bits

Shut your mouth cut off your lips blow your fucking self to bits

Bang your head in with a brick blow your fucking self to bits

Come on bitch go fetch the stick blow your fucking self to bits

Verse 2

Wheelchair bond mutant like professor Xavier it's Blacula

Sticking his fangs in your veins feel the horror thermonuclear

Meltdown run for cover my style is sick like a dick that caught

Chlamydia i'm the hyena always present when other are

Presenting lyrics the shits hilarious you see we work very hard

At this and i will throw any lyricist like a ventriloquist throwing

His or her voice you little bitch better cover your shit like a cat

When you spit that weak rap your crew is litter and you'll get

Lynched by the retardead lunatic schizophrentic antics so blaze

Up bitch throwing epileptic fits over 808 kicks i spit until the

Mic is drenched this is for B-Boys on cardboard boxes bumping

Boom boxes on some rocksteady shit

Chorus

Eat some shit and drink my piss blow your fucking self to bits

Shut your mouth cut off your lips blow your fucking self to bits

Bang your head in with a brick blow your fucking self to bits

Come on bitch go fetch the stick blow your fucking self to bits

Verse 3

I'm a negroid cockazoid mongoloid paranoid android trapped

Behind the wall like Pink Floyd litter box hemorrhoid from Shitting on you boy full of drugs and alcohol trying to full the Void a lunatic like crippled Vietnam war vet on his last cigarette

I'm the real mccoy on a mission to seek and destroy with Extreme prejudice you little bitch the missiles are deployed

Making deep cuts until the music keloids my brains on steroids

Now i got roid rage they call me schizoid with the coke head

Rantings of a Sigmund Freud space age like Elroy hook you up

To my wheelchair drag that ass like prince hector in that movie Troy bring illa noise then Iillinois I’m something that you can’t

Avoid evil like the mother brain in Metroid oh boy

Chorus x2

Eat some shit and drink my piss blow your fucking self to bits

Shut your mouth cut off your lips blow your fucking self to bits

Bang your head in with a brick blow your fucking self to bits

Come on bitch go fetch the stick blow your fucking self to bits