Lirieke:
Holy Mother Live To Die

me Oh, you lost all your taste You used up my body And just left my mind lay to waste Now it's alright Let your superstitions hide It's alright The way you live

They found an empty bottle on her windowsill The day her mother lost her sleeping pills She was sick and tired of being invisible Hard to see in color

I live is trife as shit Least my wife and kid got somewhere nice to live I used to live in the gutter, me and my mother Now she's fifty years old, pushing

friends and spendin all his ends on his women, his dope and alcohol binges My brother, my mother and me got two's and fews Secondhand pants, Top Ramen, and holy

an arm starts a crime G equals and MC dat ain't near the square, son, I gets mine But, yo, the kill, the fill with force fields and shields And holy

would drink Ballentine And raise up in the violent mind We used to have a hundred measures of oil, eighty measures of wheat and barley, we live Godly

up the second comin' People started runnin', aliens with hair like Rastafarians Captured, placed inside of aquariums, studied by scientists This is it, 'The Apocalypse', I see the mother

Oh, yes he did My pride and joy, called her butter When she bake a cake, I told her we be lovers She live with me right, I hide her from my mother See

There was a mother that had two sons One of the boys was interesting in his self This son loved his mother so very much. He said mama one day I going