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Boys Night Out Make Yourself Sick

tipped and entrenched in the topsoil and an impulse still searching for the gun Faster feet flat to the floor mat The tank topped up with the top back brake lights blotted out

my misses Bloody kisses from poison lips, leave lovers dead in ditches. So, pass another round around for the kids Who have nothing left to lose and for those souls old and sold out

It's a good thing that I havn't slept in weeks Because right now, it seems that times are hard for dreamers I've got a broken neck sense of mortality

keeping track of days by counting hangovers and bottles on my floor. My mangled memory is making me mistake misfortune for forgiveness. I don't think I'll make it out

met me. So, come on. Let's go. You don't want to know what I know... and if you make it home alright, your luck runs out the next night. Come on. Let

then you can tell From these shells, how I gotta bend 'em like route canals I erase all trails, somethin' farther from gettin' bail Makes you wanna kill an emcee yourself

cause we can't stand him I know my boys make the bass go boom But shhh, you can hear jacking off in the boys room Aww, aww, Dylan Aww I want your anus

out, when she sees her new yard n kitchen The C needs coachin Put your'e album out, same day as us and we'll see who's roastin! Suck yourself! You don

gang war You hear that Yaowa, you know who finna file out Definitively finish you, my fist stick out that eyeball Piranha mentality with a jaws bite all night