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verse 1:
- what's that? (what's that?) catch a whiff
- with ease you breathe the stench you exhibit
- inquisitive minds get devoured in your rampage
- but those who know have already advanced to the next stage
- and in your two page short story, that's the conclusion
- the fact you think you're not losing's only part of your illusion
- ...i think you're used to using
- not drugs but humans, roll them up and put a torch to them
- fool me once, and you'll probably get away with it
- but fool me twice and that makes me the fucking idiot
- ...and i don't pity friends,
- who didn't learn the first time now going thru the same shit again
- and that god awful, wide, toothy, shit eating grin
- got me feeling like a law abiding citizen
- because you're full of more shit and it's evident
- than the small intestines of a dog that eats it's own excrement
Chorus:
- Look sharp, cut you with an eye glance
- Lie hands, a majestified stance
- try H.A.M.,
- or as solid as you can
- when my gut won't wiggle, and my finger won't bend
- Look sharp, cut you with an eye glance
- Lie hands, a majestified stance
- try H.A.M.,
- or as solid as you can
- because the only one you're fooling is yourself...
verse 2:
- i need protective gear for the lies that you smear now
- all down the walls of my ear canals
- and beyond doubt's shadow and judgement obscured by clouds
- maybe a god peers down, as he pushes aside his shroud
- i see the truth in your retina behind your defensive fits
- plain to see, like when a guilty person admits
- stuff flying out your mouth and you can't even back it
- using words you couldn't spell even with internet access
- talking in circles, with a tongue that's a twisted mess
- balking at the chance to impress. yes.
- i said it. Only because i won't forget it
- an ugly image embedded, that was left to your credit.
- You fed it, then jetted. Can't draw me into your setting,
- and there's no reason to even sweat it.
- Two tears in a bucket, motherfucker, you can suck it.
- Falling out your mouth, splash in your own substance
Chorus (x2):
- Look sharp, cut you with an eye glance
- Lie hands, a majestified stance
- try H.A.M.,
- or as solid as you can
- when my gut won't wiggle, and my finger won't bend
- Look sharp, cut you with an eye glance
- Lie hands, a majestified stance
- try H.A.M.,
- or as solid as you can
- because the only one you're fooling is yourself...
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