Lyrics

Ay yo, motherfuckers it's the junkyard baby My heart's like ice, I don't ask advice Hunter Grymes yeah? The blind hunter Killing anything that breathes right now Fireworks aiming at the skies thoughts Tripping on the fuses like Guy Fawkes Circling the grapevines hype talk Shadows in the gallows of the mind walk Parro by the life modern times taught Forward in the crimes of a blind sport Hanging from my words but I carry on Tryna light the fuse on the babylon Cold hearted melting in the summer time Isolatеd married to the number ninе I stay cryptic mystery is underlined Word porn lex-icon I'm still unrefined No sweeteners roll up and jump the line Dirty jumper on fuck you in slumber time No divine forces it's a dead man you'll find walking I live like I done my time Four horses outlaws Hunter Grymes Sharp witted my memories'll puncture time Self destructive my nature's like Vladimir I stand in here patiently waiting for the sun to shine Teeth gnashing like Gnasher without Dennis Racketeer drunk musketeer all for self here Dope brackets in rackets not tennis I fell clear just short of where they sell fear Block dweller transmute top merits The widows son it's he who the clock perish Pioneer Chessmonstersauraus The war cries bringing in soldiers who fell before us Integrated cell blocks and labyrinths H cats street corner dweller stay rattling Sunrise scavengers I'm with the Magdalens I'm free falling paradigm shattering Lamp light scribbling standby for land slide militants Hang signs cradling the brilliance Heart strong insulated thought wave resilience Foreplay four day wars with no influence Foreboding but I still feel ambiguous Court case got me living life amphibious War face melting off my skull like Illogan Pit stop Lazarus foods catch a Milligan Punch bag idioms last son of Nazareth Parzival jumping off the page the real article Catch me in the back of the club discussing particles No affiliates lone star carnival Whole car take downs sobriety is marginal Spaced out adding extra numbers to the cardinal Stake hitter for all the cats who stay bitter The rain makers the heavy handed grave diggers The dirt baggers all the blaggers break mirrors The black hearted harlots and the angel faced terrors The dirt baggers all the blaggers break mirrors The black hearted harlots and the angel faced terrors The state hitters for all the cats who stay bitter The rain makers the heavy handed grave diggers Dirt baggers all the blaggers break mirror Black hearted harlots and the angel faced terror Fireworks aiming at the skies thoughts Tripping on the fuses like Guy Fawkes Circling the grapevines hype talk Shadows in the gallows of the mind walk Parro by the life modern times taught Forward in the crimes of a blind sport Hanging from my words but I carry on Tryna light the fuse on the babylon Bow! and goodbye. Music from the motherfucking corner Will be in my veins forever! Chester P fucking Hackenbush Big up C. Facts, The Last Elect, Write 2 Speak Bla