Dibble Dabble paint on my pants ink on my hands
drugs are bad dope is good
scrawled on a wall in Hollywood
you can’t take no more, what are you giving
you say you’re Christian how are you living
I don’t like you you’re too old
your eyes are empty your soul’s cold
my lights are off my doors closed
making beats to the sound of the streets
murder mayhem no sir yes ma’am
oh boy body slam fight club no love
bear fist no glove Immortal no blood
white collar ring around the tub
too fresh rub a dub, dub
14 karat on clasp put away the claps
up in here we snap like lunatics
on acoustic instilments
the blocks in limbo the earth just moved
this is what had happened, pricked my finger
on a hatpin hand me a napkin
I feel a tremble in my thimble
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