Dopesick

(albüm: Brutality Part 1 - 2003)

Hey yo Gore, why you foul and carry bombs on your seat?
Fuck the world, I'm all about cash, you are what you eat
Why you pop so many pills when you carrying heat?
So the effect's in 3D when I splatter your beak

I use your mom for drug runs in your pops truck
Chopped up, 2 in the belly smelling like rock She tried to cook it up
The most depraved you playing toast to a pope with AIDS
With permanent fades, the surgical ones, murderous ones
Made you a zombie, syringe in your cap and you're froze
You came in the lab and got turned down like Natalie Cole
The massacre works for traffic and dirt the capital squirts
Y'all need some agents, cats is really actors at birth
The Glenwood anthem, nappy style cracked in the knees
20 deep staying thugged out like Reggae habibs
'Cause y'all some broke wrist, rocking tight suits and gloves
And you got bitch tits, bigger then Bob from Fight Club
Get knifed up, your whole life's done, media chance
Ziti in clams show money key in advance
Gore's back for war, now you got a reason to dance
Faggot head cap be turned out to candy ass yams

Hey yo Gore, why you foul and carry bombs on your seat?
Fuck the world, I'm all about cash, you are what you eat
Why you pop so many pills when you carrying heat?
So the effect's in 3D when I splatter your beak
Hey yo Gore, why you foul and carry bombs on your seat?
Fuck the world, I'm all about cash, you are what you eat
Why you pop so many pills when you carrying heat?
So the effect's in 3D when I shatter your beak

I'm like the new Belushi, thick sluts to young groupies
Knew this white bitch she used to smoke crack and love roofies
Stuck a fork in her, pumping Manowar restraining order
Stalking Mandy Moore, Grammy style hit when I came off the tour
Some Amyl Nitrites we call 'em Poppers for short
Rehab for quitters balling ain't no stopping the sport
Rock the advance, I cop the whore house in the loose figaro
With narcoleps and tourettes bitches like Deuce Bigalow
Off flavored contortions, daughters and mothers often
From here to Portland, morphine shots to teen abortions
Gore's law get checked in the sonogram
Certified specialized in the perks of mammograms
Run up in your mansion organized like we the Mansons
My life's a snuff flick cut in with thug and drug anthems
Get your wig pushed back, hair plugs like Ted Danson
Some uptown rush for dust blunts and fresh Branson
Blow off your shit, holding your clit, panties pissed
Confused cats tuck it under eager to switch
Beavers to stitch, the secret you the tranny rapper prolly a bitch
Seeing your whole click, sewing ya lips

Hey yo Gore, why you foul and carry bombs on your seat?
Fuck the world, I'm all about cash, you are what you eat
Why you pop so many pills when you carrying heat?
So the effect's in 3D when I shatter your beak
Hey yo Gore, why you foul and carry bombs on your seat?
Fuck the world, I'm all about cash, you are what you eat
Why you pop so many pills when you carrying heat?
So the effect's in 3D when I splatter your beak