Lyrics

Pack what I lack, I don't ever get paid I got a pentagram ring and I'm loving it I ground, I ground, I ground, I ground, I ground Keep your hands around the coils Keep your hands around the coils You could lead your kids to Rome We're leaving home, we're leaving home for good You could lead your kids to Rome You could lead your kids to Rome You can say "We're serving up another dose" When they're picking up your clothes Soon you'll all be closed Never leave your knife alone Oh, oh, oh, oh, knife