The Mouth That It Feeds by N Sane
"Don't Bite The Hand That Feeds You"
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Lyrics
(Verse 1)
These crimson colored pinheads, smothered with words tellin em they been dead
Their spirits hovered in herds, it sickened his sixth sense
They uncovered his work, not every slut has been "her"
A few have been him, they cut at his nerves
And they chewed at his skin, a fued had begin
But everyone knew a duel was due at the end
I always figured I could sew up my hems
I can't grow up, look how grown up I am
Them things I did take, hard to hold up my head
You can see my ribcage but they won't throw out no bread
Won't bother to spare a droplet of water
So I'm stoppin your orders at the drop of a quater
And I mean quater-pint of blood
The slaughters mine and none will survive this one
Hard to afford a life, you was born to die
I'm immortalized and immoralized thru my immunity to mourn and cry
(Chorus)
I'll push the max amount until it increase
I'll put what you laughin bout to a cease
Once you start blackin out is when I proceed
I'll become the hand that smacks the mouth that it feeds
(Verse 2)
These lunatics is ludicrous, disputin over stupid shit
Blurrin the line where importance and useless is
Can't see what occurs in time, I just wanna mute these hits
I ignore the ignorance, this level, how did we stoop to it
The corporates, this devil, they are who recruit these kids
I wont settle for pebbles, thru this music my fuse is lit
Quite frankly however you rank me, I'd rather salute a piece of shit
Nah when I think of it, that would be you and them
My limit is weary, how brutal and how futile is
Women, all I hear is "no you's a bitch", "no you's a bitch"
I say you both is, cause you won't focus
Askin me why I wrote this, oh damn, it's hopeless
Or maybe the hope never existed, for it to be gone this instant
Didn't bother to go the distance, if he's gone will you miss him
But he's a misfit who fits misplaced in his lone mental prison
In a sick state with his own special wisdom
(Chorus)
(Verse 3)
Look at how calm I be despite how evil this karma be
Instead of harmony they tryna put harm on me
The poet is stoic, spits admist all the roses
Cause he upholds his emotions thru the lip of his notions
Feel on his cold stem, has a grip that is frozen
But they all seem to burn while he holds them
I add insult to injury cause all I been taught was misery
I been caught in this delivery, don't want a gimp walk so I'm slithering
Withering thru chivalry, and these little bitter deeds
I put so much effort in it, alls I know it better lead
Me to the correct route, cause these current youths
And what they put a person thru keeps reoccurin too
You'll be buried and then have the surface smoothed
I sprinkle on disater, trinkle your casket
Wrinkle the plaster, you sink in a ash pit
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