Real Thing
Tusks... Soaked with warm blood...
Immense pig of doom...
Snout basted with gore.
Tusks disembowel...
Entrails pulled out
Blood encrusts it's hair
Ribcage, lungs, intestines fly through the air.
The gore hog shall come,
To lay waste, it will crush you,
Into a pulpy paste,
It's jaws smash your head,
Scarfing down your brains,
Smothering snout in your denise,
It defecates on your remains,
Gore hog brings death...
Hamhocks from hell...!!
Last One Out Of Liberty City
I know I know I know
I know just who I am
and what's in my head is that I don't really give a damn
just do you think I am
who you think I am
I know there comes a time when you lose faith in what you believe inside
(what you have inside)
and did you know somehow it's just a spark that's a start
(that keeps us from the crowd)
The other day this girl came up to meand asked
if she used to go to school with me and kinda laughed
and she said wasn't I the guy her friends always called a waste of time.
I know I know I know
I know just who I am
and what's in my head is that I don't really give a damn
just do you think I am
who you think I am
When I stop and think about to where I'll be 10 years from now
(10 years from now)
I wonder if the me of now would call myself washed up or watered down
(or part of the crowd?)
and the other night this guy came up to me downtown
and can't believe that after 5 years I'm still around
and he said, wasn't I the guy who walked these streets all night?
It's such a waste of time.