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Geordie Kieffer
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Mitch the Devil
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I put my head on the block swallow gum when I walk
I stick the norm with the needle I left the punks with their rock
You got your face in the sugar and your nose in the shit
You got your feet on the floorboard, watch the wood start to split
I got the knife on my neck, conduct a mind I will wreck
I suck the air out the ozone until there's just nothing left
You are the wool of a sheep, soft in the wind off my hand
Whether you like it or not, I hope you know I'm the lamb
I got the vain of destruction, I got the con of a man
I got your brain in my basement, I keep it all spick & span
I got the hounds of the hunt, tied to a dead cypress tree
Whether I like it or not they always howling at me
(Am I alright, am I all wrong, I got the)
I am the edge of extinction, the comet on land
The leak in the boat, and the fist of a hand
I'm the ash in the hearth, the water on the sand
The touch of temptation, the legs of a stand
I got a bad bitch buck tooth hanging out the ATV
She burned down the bunker so we living of of nicotine and piss
Drinking the abyss like subs in the open sea
We free thinking space sinking creeps living care free
I got the whole wide world in the back of my limousine
They pinky up give a fuck freaks sipping galamine
I tank body rank rip steel with my sex appeal
You cream butter scotch soft sucker on a spinning wheel
Am I alright, am I all wrong
In the back of the hearse I'm driving playing my theme song
Are you ok, are you just fine
In the front of the line your waiting, giving up your time
I put the knot in your neck the spot in the fleck
The empty vessel of nothing more than a force I will wreck
I am the dirt on your back the wood from the bat
The turning cheek of defeat the angry art of attack
I got the big game sugar cane frame with a
Broken leg I reign walking dynamite I bang out the open plane
Buck, I don't give a single fuck, suffocate the fate of luck
Rip the skin off the bone Mr. Scream and Moan
Writer(s): Geordie Kieffer
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