war

as i sit on the grass
i try to get a grasp on the past
but im being called so i pass
the joint
to the next person sitting in the circles ass
one encumbered wearing a mask off point
unheard in the group off task hes a draft oink
what is it he wants i ask myself gasp and appoint
a crash to repair i can only half guess its wrath like boink
to numb the pain as he hides from the truth
of a calamity youth and ohh such a mess he proofed to anoint
i rest a minute as he hands the pipe to the right
and how i feel blessed to be right after next
i see something i dont like he's suspect to signs of meth
and i ask out loud to get the suspicion off my chest
he confessed i hear him begin to gripe
all stressed i say and repeat leave before i cleave you this eve in plight
i detest what you breathe so everybody around you is bound to grieve tonight
your a victim of death dressed like a vest aight
no longer near me from fright because you fear me fight when and where you bite
i believe you shall die painful and i think im right hear me only the words scare me
you think you might be mighty then smite me despite me to spite me shite g
and you'll turn blue lightly quite likely

war
one tear for the fallen soldier
war
a bullet for every heretic
war
parade for the martyrs
war
much colder in the thick of it
war
prepared shout out to the purple hearters
war
fuck all the starters
WAR

all alone i wait for the bud its me
at home i stay stoned blunted out my dome its me
not as much as if i leave its me
spilled blood on my hands its me
filled love screamed to the fans by all the bands its me
and my conscience is in question its me
love possession and obsession symbolic affection its me
apple cans and a great can i got it on cam its mandy and me
finally a gram to cram in the bowl its me
smoke it down the hole its me
smoke some mo smoke your soul its me
smoke from you skull its me
pay the smoke toll its me
pay for smoke bro its me

one tear for the fallen soldier
war
a bullet for every heretic
war
parade for the martyrs
war
much colder in the thick of it
war
prepared shout out to the purple hearters
war
fuck all the starters
WAR

im the coldest soul to mold some pullers
serial killer soldier
no one colder
as i get older
i get more an urge to get square with my problems
bullets blazing buzzard bowlers aka pullers
they all holders but i talk to a dude on my shoulder wearing horns
kicking it with a trident and he done told me be a grower flow-er soldier
but im psycho maniac when i talk to the dude on the other shoulder with the halo sword and white robe he quotes
curtis the flirt is the first of a hurt diss then see if they swing or box on the blocks
word is nerd diss is a sick hit and you miss my connect streets you and treats you a bitch six hits is as deadly as six clips when i trip its six rips your limbs heads and dicks
only five if your chick cliques and then its only almost evil as 6 bricks hitting sick triks
with six sicks in the slicks and wets

one tear for the fallen soldier
war
a bullet for every heretic
war
parade for the martyrs
war
much colder in the thick of it
war
prepared shout out to the purple hearters
war
fuck all the starters
WAR

i got a machete
gonna kill some one that never met me
they would say im deadly but they think me a bitch
thats why i got to give em a scar stitch em up on the outside and let it bleed on the inside they're gonna suffer more then they ever did in life
as for their wife or husband i got a bullet to surround their eyes with rounds aimed at the closet she or he hides thats my favorite surprise now i feel like serving
a version of perversion meant only for a sadistic brain surgeon
im gonna mix half their brain with a jon doe no name nigga
and see if they body withers or they live and a new personality starts emerging
here hither withered and smelling like vermin now pictured