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Personal Womb
02:14
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Lay it on the table
If there's nothing left to lose.
I've been reborn a thousand times
Just to get these same old blues
You've got your Personal Womb
Isn't that nice?!
Somewhere to crawl up in
When lightning strikes twice
The wrinkles on my face
are from staring down time
Trying to stay young
Trying to rhyme
You've got your Personal Womb
Isn't that nice?!
Somewhere to crawl up in
When lightning strikes twice
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Tusks
03:45
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Soon my tusks will shatter
And rain down on the mountains
From the fading sun hanging
Over a race that's doomed to die
A motive that is tattered
Chasing youthful fountains
Truth is what I'm feigning
For evil found itself in I.
I sit in the dungeon
As I take the beatings
To whom does a god call to
Am I the last resort?
A clanking in the barrier
A sword that is desheathing
Doom and victory come through
To save my last remorse.
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3. |
Crossed The Line
03:11
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Mama gonna tell you one thing
but I better not tell you two
Better be the only man
you bring your sweet love to.
I wake in the morning
to see you covered in diamonds and pearls.
With ruby rings and other things
that make my blood just curl
Now won't you tell me
Did I ever cross the line
I come home at night
to hear my back door slam
And I see you running away
with some other man
Well I'd tell that son of a gun
he's gonna have to run faster too
Cause I'm gonna shoot him down
so he can't talk to you
Now won't you tell me
Did I ever cross the line
Now won't you tell me
Did I ever cross the line
Now won't you tell me
Did I ever cross the line
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Swamp Funk
04:48
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Come here lady tell me what you preach
I'll give you the home if you give me the freak
Yeah, I'll give you that house if you show me love
Better swear that shit won't be from above.
So I go to a pew to watch a pastor preach
Tell me, son, what do you seek?
Just do unto others as they'd do to you
But if I ain't real nothing is true
Father, God, why won't you speak?
I've been on my knees for a goddamn week
Father, God, what should I do?
Son, the Lord, he's been screwing you
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Semicasual Columbia, South Carolina
Somewhere past the dirt roads in the heart of South Carolina, there is rock. And the rock is Semicasual.
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