RICOCHETED TO STRATOSPHERE
SLING SHOTS BULLETING INTO MY EAR EAR
DOUBLE POWDERED, FUSED DYNAMITE
BLOWING THEIR BRAIN UP TO THE SKY, OH MY
FAT LIPPED FIASCO
THEY BURNT THE CANDLES
BIG LIP SURVIVAL
THOSE WORDS ARE RIFLES
JUST GET RIGHT OUT OF HERE
BIG SHOUTIN ROUNDABOUT
DETONATING HEADS BLOWIN INSIDE OUT, OUT
FATLIPPIN INSULTS FLY
PUTTING OUT THOSE TONGUES OF FIRE, OH MY
ILL-TEMPER, TEMPER
BOYS EASE THE PRESSURE, SHHAA, SHUT UP
EYE TO EYEBALL
BIG LIP SURVIVAL
JUST GET RIGHT OUT OF HERE
150,000 M.P.H.
IT’S EGO CRASHING, IT’S A D.O.A.
OPEN THE DOOR BOYS; IT’S TIME TO JUMP TO YOUR FATE
CATAPULTING UP INTO THE SKY
FREE TO FALL OR IT’S FREE TO FLY
OR A SUIT YOURSELF SUICIDE
COOL IT DOWN, BREATHE IN
SOOTHE THE PULSE, FEEL IT
A BIG SHOUTIN ROUND OF FUSED DYNAMITE
Thursday, June 26, 2008
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