The Art

Call Me Master

(Jayy Von Monroe - Verse 1). Tonight. Our bodies getting intertwined. It's fucking filthy feeding off the blood inside. Dried out. Veins and no more pain.

Sustenance

Always Remember

I was walking out the road when I heard the noise behind me. And I saw them standing there one two three. And I knew that I was shagged I did not think they could find me.

Mama's Boy

{Hello Frank, hello mother dear. Hi, Jim, what are you doin'?. I am trying to think of words that rhyme with vagina. Oh, lima? Like lima beans. How about that, that teenage witch, Sabina.

Blood On The Dance Floor

Slash gash terror whore. I like you better on the floor. Sock it to me ultra hot. Danger! Danger! On the spot. On the bed, give me head. Make you scream, "Candy cream".

Stew For The Murder Minded

Bad Boy 1: Give me a hand with this shit!. Bad Boy 2: Alright, let's do it. He's dead, aint he?. Bad Boy 1: Anybody see you?. Bad Boy 2: Eh... I don't know..

Mama Say

It goes one two three when I'm kicking the funky lyrics. I'm busting up vocabulary I want you all to hear it. I'm busting up the rhythm 'cause I'm busting up the rhyme.

Blaq Magik

I got that blaq magik. These other hoes be tragic. Ain't you cute?. I'm conjuring. I'ma need intervention. Your pussy don't need balls in. Get get get more head.

Mam Say

It Goes One Two Three When I'm Kicking Funky Lyrics. I'm Busting Up Vocabulary I Want You All To Hear It. I'm Busting Up The Rhythm And I'm Busting Up The Rhyme.

Something Wicked

My eyes sewn shut collaboration in the shadows armed with forked tongues damn your sinless grins and your hallowed existence I witnessed the charred remains of moralities grip propaganda has no emotion chaotic voices beckon from a burning pedestal perception dulls to apathy as you sleep my eyes are bleeding but my grin is stained as I ready myself for the killing time where you see beauty I see decay your virgin my slut the freaks is my reflection lesions leak scream you can't hear dripping thoughts and soul fuel the righteous stained skin scars of fervor bitter bile contempt blistering in envy grief of opinion a twisting reality exempt void of concept futility infected moral hate breeds.

Trying To Collect Child Support From Ghostdad

And I can make you happy too.. Her lips like venom, her eyes so deadly.. Beneath a fire that burns blue, a heart untouched, a heart abused.. You hurt like a blade, though my wounds shall heal..

Bitches Get Stiches

Stop The Hate,. Congradulate. . You Know My Name!. So Eat Some Cake :D. . Party Hearty. Grab Bacardi. Talk Your Shit. Watch You Get Hit. . Save The Drama.

Magna Cum Nada

Why try? I'm that guy. Holden Caulfield from 'Catcher In The Rye'. Put away cause he wasn't all there. Like a jigsaw puzzle, you might compare. Me to him, not a liver but worst.

The Saddest Girl To Ever Hold A Martini

It's time for getting down.. Into the room like an illusion, in the corner of my eye,. the light reflected off of your glass, onto the base of your neck,.

Sister Supreme

Bewitched

you're attractive, little witch. you're beautiful (beautiful). your wickedness, little witch. you broke my heart (I broke your heart ). . intruding words, little witch.

Shoot The Pigs

For none of these fuckers will ever know, what I think as I go. No... no not one last time. Not for me not for you. Not for what I find may scare me more than if I stayed blind. I've shot the pig. I've drawn the line. I've got my nine under my shirt. Don't worry you won't get hurt. In my head ring blood tones that make me feel less alone. Biting nails cleaning guns Biting nails cleaning guns.

Live At The Apollo

Let's Hear It One More Time For Mister, Gary, Coleman!. Yes, Whatchu Talkin' About Willis? That Joint Is Funny Everytime I Hear It!. Alright... Yes. Let's Put Your Hands Together Now, Harlem.

Sundress

My eyes wander in their blindness. My eyes consume truth. Take this time to decide my beliefs and stay true. Take this time to look inside my heart and find.