Thursday, May 26, 2011


They love the taste of blood, now I don't know what that means; but I know that I mean it. Maybe they're as evil as they seem, or maybe I only look out the window when it's scenic.... Get real they tell me, if only they knew, how real this life really gets. They would stop acting like a silly bitch, they would respect the cock, whether or not they believed in it. DOESN'T TAKE MUCH AND THAT'S MESSED UP..
I saw this live when I was 16. I rapped every word right back to Slug at the top of my lungs.. and every time I hear it, I do the exact same.