^screw reading the lyrics, watch it live!^
It's a lovely time
For smashing felons
To be alive
While there's a stench outside
You can't stop smelling
The blood on the street
Gets sticky on your sneakers
The gutter you drink from is septic
Run if you're sleazy
Scream if you are stinky
He is coming to correct it
He's the kind of guy
Whose vengeance rises when misses breakfast
Pennies and dimes
Upon your eyelids
'Less he hammers your head in
If you keep lying
You'll be dying meat
By the end of your sentence
If you've choose violence
You'll be smiling
When he detaches your retinas
What have you been thinking
How you gonna see
Where you gonna be when you learn your lesson
Everybody's sneaking
Something up their sleeve
Everybody needs a thorough inspection
Don't try to hide
Beacause he'll find it
Driving his thumbs in your face, yeah
Just like a fairytale
His clarity comes from the strangest of places
So cut that violin string
If you're dirty
His fingers are for punching
It's just wildest thing
It's 2:30
And he didn't eat his lunch yet
Oh oh no
Who wouldn't know
Who wouldn't know when it's written in crimson
Pennies and dimes
Dripping like a liquid
Plenty of slime where the good lord split cha
Don't kill his family
'Cause it grinds his gears
And he's hella gonna spank ya
There's so much crime in here
Had it been me
I'd be telling him thank ya
Every single snap
In your spine
Is a sign
That this guy's
Gonna do what's required
Even in the afternoon
After a nap
He's reminded
Of batches
Of conspirers
If you've been so bad
That your abdomen
Needs to be stabbed
You got your fella
So many cadavers
To pound
That I can count them a cappella
One batch
Two batch
Penny and dime
You don't get to
Come back from that
Cement when it dries
Evil's lurking in the furthest cracks
He's got it on snipe
In the evening, he's gonna hurt your ass
Pasta at night
Morning, Sunshine
I hope there's a slice of toast tomorrow
Castle's coming like a ghost in black advising morals
When you're selling dope to your friends
There's a rope round your neck
And standing on a thin sludge
People are exploding again
And we don't get to pick the things that fix us
Throw your sullied clothes in the trash
Wipe off both of your hands
But he knows who done it
He's got bullet holes
In him twice your size
And you act like he can't touch this
Go and kiss the mirror goodbye
For the moment is nigh
To receive your comeuppance
No one's gonna leave here without
A procedure
To flush your filthy mouth
With a round
Of clinical refreshment
In the error of your ethics
Via splitting your wig like hummus
While you stare at your reflection
That is where the piece of scum is
Who's been wishing and a askin'
For a turn to be punished
