Tuesday, December 16, 2008

Evading em'

One glock, tick tock, lookin' down can't stop

Watching time stride by, bye, bye, bye, bye, bye

My thoughts they're cocked bang, bang I've got

Somethin' hot, two shots warm like butter

Aimin' at your dome, no need to utter random stuff

You've said too much bang, bang...

Bye, bye, bye, bye, bye

Mothers cry on blocks wishin' that their fallen seeds would grow

Fathers slang rocks in hopes that their seeds won't know

Some pack rocks, some pack snow

The sun is gone, no more glow

Some pack water, some pack rockets

Even when they take their hands out of their pockets

They can't stop the water or the rockets

Dead on arrival stuffed into the coroner's white zip-locked jackets

Tell me what you see

I see the dead all around me bye, bye, bye, bye

One glock, tick tock, lookin' down can't stop

Watching time stride by, bye, bye, bye, bye, bye

My thoughts they're cocked bang, bang I've got

Somethin' hot, two shots warm like butter

Aimin' at your dome, no need to utter random stuff

You've said too much bang, bang...

Bye, bye, bye, bye, bye

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