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Peak #770
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Peak #117
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Rugged Obscure
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October 09, 2008
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MP3 3.2 MB • 128 kbps • 3:32
Lyrics
Bleed Motha fuck bleed-bleed-bleed motha fucka bleed, Bleed Motha fuck bleed-bleed motha fucka bleed. Yeah that's right motha fucka I want you to bleed.
I want you to bleed, when I start cutting into the meat, and begin to eat, I want to hear you scream, my hunger for flesh is nearing fiend, take a seat, I'll break your teeth and rape your sweetie, I faked the treaty, I don't want any peace between you and me, except that piece of your spleen and a piece of your knee, I'll rip your soul from your chest, lose control and posses the hole in your head, as you turn into mold in your bed, I have a heart colder than death, and you have a bloody stump where your shoulders rest, you should have never come into my spite now satan wants you to come into his light, I've been through the fight and have aquired my rights, the angels I snipe dangle from my knife in the night, it's such a sight, for me to admire when I fuck your wife within an inch of her life, but your life is of no concern I'd make sure your kids are alright
Bleed Motha fuck bleed-bleed-bleed motha fucka bleed, Bleed Motha fuck bleed-bleed motha fucka bleed. Yeah that's right motha fucka I want you to bleed.
Bleed Motha fuck bleed-bleed-bleed motha fucka bleed, Bleed Motha fuck bleed-bleed motha fucka bleed. Yeah that's right motha fucka I want you to bleed.
Why was I chosen for this curse, I'm open and burst all over the skirt of the lady of death as she smirks, Making my mind unable to work, leaving me hateful and disturbed, distasteful and berserk, those around me are either frightened or concerned that I will turn to death to relieve me of this stress, thinking they'll catch me in my bed bleeding from my head, eating all my meds and speaking with my end, apparently I represent my darker end without trying to express it, but I've taken the depression and compressed it where it's always resting- in the back of my mind, and comes out attacking my rhymes leaving them with no peace, I've been walking on fire with cold feet, untold beef of mother fuckers I wasn't allowed to beat, otherwise they'd take me in for evaluation and psychiatry, I'm wide awake tiredly, but you'll never find me risiding in a corner crying, just hiding from the boring mother fuckers beside me
