body with no open sores, This is all my fault, I can't be here any more, I don't want to cry, Sucking out the poison when you know that is good for you
he's on Morton Downey and he's glowing and shining doctors say this is a medical advance They say the bad makes the good and there's something to be learned
Send that ass right to the morgue miss My plans against or shenanigans Kinda ran thin Knowin' nothing about poisoning And i can't swim Bad intentions
forty nights of rain To replenish my adolescent brain Blessed be her name, before her birth I was insane So I drive the cooler pressure down, delay the pain I ate from these poisonous
is the poison potion There's no way that I can even say That this game has been good to me Or even bad to me it had to be Cause tragically the way this
the bad things when life is so good? Why help with an 'am' when there's always a 'could'? Let the whales worry about the poisons in the sea Outside of
alright Wash it out, wash it out, wash it out Cos everything is poison You'll be the unhappy one Your lips taste of poison You're gonna be left alone
its too late darkness surrounds me drowning me in sorrow, coz I know today will be no different from tomorrow hope is quickly fading soon I?ll be too
CARE If you or me is wrong or right Ain't gonna spend another night, In your bed... Laws of man, are just pretend They ain't mine Love so good, love so bad
reality is cracked by the blows of terrible men and nights with pointed teeth snapping poison at the air i breath and all good things now take place
try poison the whole multitude inna food dem rude Tell the children the truth Hail King Selassie I you gone ah Ethiopian school yah Tell the children the truth Babylon yuh cyar poison
This night's like a dream You will be the last thing I will see I hold your hand, close my eyes all I love finally dies Drank the poison most foul with
good gals Recruit um, pollute um Put X in they wood valve To shoot um They chewed um up and true enough They would be poppin, droppin, pursuin us Plus
[Chorus] Brigade jump on a couple of punks Nigga, we bad news (We bad news, nigga) To beef for real If you step our way it's on Anybody, everybody (Oh
How can I be drunk? You strike with dry poison I am possessed Still engaged in some kind of advanced shackling Girl you got to find you the man who can
your child has grown I only hope that he won't be his mother's son with a vein of madness poisoning his soul regrets I have none but the bad and the
center, now where your lip at kid? [S: Lookin at me!] Who dat is? A mean brother, bad for your health Lookin damn good though, if I could say it myself