shop Let me call Big Rich, tell him pull out his drop I walk in my walk in closet Shorty got a outfit for me but I already bought it Breakfast, yes,
down It all started over and over again His mom made him breakfast He gets on the bus, he goes out to see the world Lies on the ground and wipe blood
, never, still i'm filled with wonder lonely like a tightrope walker, hitchhiker, long distance runner zoom, kick, persuasion, tech, good night for you bad night for
for my top ho cause she working that taco It's the top selling vato, twenty threes on the Tahoe TV screens, margarita machines with street marines Got love for the Crips, and Bloods
I'ma take you back, take take you back See, 'cause it's twisted.. In the future, scientists will prove that we never even existed [Verse One] I got lectured once while eating breakfast for
) Can you taste this blood And how you run away from this place Dry your eyes bleedings insane (Wine, dine) (Lye and wait for falling bombs) (Chloride and salt intake) And you wait For
then what good are you for? You don't give me no pleasure at all" Oh, now I know I need to leave So she tells herself again Wipes a little blood upon
you can take my hand and I can take the lead And if I was an honest man I would stop writing songs I'd break for a nervous breakdown for breakfast Tell
dies, jacked up by the state. Another glorious advance for civilisation. One small step for man. One giant step for mankind. For he so loved the world
wish pasta and fish is a mobsters dish we was blessed with the recipe searching for the rest of me blinded by the light, going on ecstasy if it wasnt for
, God Big mama, my blood is your blood When the whole world's against me, I know I got your love If I was in a cell for the rest of my life I know I'd
!? I called in car cavalry cooked in an 85 Dodge Aries, gas for Huntington and back barely. Equipped with super soakers full of piss and an uncanny knack for
way home from the blood bath Half angle with broken halo; half primitive rug rat. Spoken for by wide life, hybrid mutations and slum cats Doom for dominion
for my breakfast Slipping of the edge in catatonic blood Multiple decibel inscriptions Trying all they can in miles an hour Our face gray and looming downwards Sniffing all the time for
up this morning And I couldn?t believe my eyes It seemed like everything had changed for me over night The day was beautiful the sky was unusually bright My favourite breakfast
. Morning comes to breakfast please tell me before I wake. It's tied down so I don't forget to breathe. One masquerade for the last parade. These
to show you man, get up in there move that head man Come on to me man, but when you come man you gotta come for blood man Come up to me man, come on bust
looks out from the house It's breakfast time, the clock strikes nine, ham, bacon, one egg or two? What a shame about that mouse, what's for tea tonight