8. Gift

Oh, I try
They can’t say I didn’t try
I waited by a smaller child, Oh…
Tried to leave her
When she says I’ll never love again
I wave my head in shame
In memories
And more
This love, I share
I share it, with you
Drunken
Water, water
Please stay
I wanna love again
Only…
Feeling stuck
Into my shallow public choice
I wave my head in shame
In memories
And more
This love, I share
I share it, with you
Drunken
Water, water
Stop sittin’ and passin’ on everything that I’d ever do
It’s not worth to

I made the chance right by you
Oh.. Oh Oh!!
So tired of lettin’ go
So tired of lettin’ go and check
So tired of lettin’ go
I’m so tired
It’s so alright
Alright

9. Freaks

Ready?
Huh, okay my dick is small this time
My dick is messin’ up your call
So, make her think that maybe you’ll survive
Well, if you can’t do that at least I take a little to the bridge
Yes shit that straight up,
Yes, they’re pissin’ me off to the point to get it out,
And screw all the fats that doing shit,
Fuck, what, its getting body going down what, what
What it, it’s nothing but crazy shit, so we’re gonna say..

And too many people
And too many freaks
And too many eyeballs starin’ at me

Well they’re too many people
And too many freaks
Too many eyeballs starin’ at me
Go!

Well okay maybe if I’d a give it what you’d got,
And say what’s true yo, but if it is a note, let’s get it on flow,
I’ve got to wait for mine, they say which you gotta which you don’t know,
It don’t matter to me, say, a girls about to wet her thing,
Won’t smile for gus, but don’t give fuck,
Singin’ about the word, the bounce to get down and it’s all,
But then get that your mouth with it hey for one more time..

Because there’s too many people
And too many freaks
Too many eyeballs staring at me

Huh there’s too many people
And too many freaks, yeah
And too many eyeballs staring at me

Well there’s too many people
And too many freaks
Too many eyeballs staring at me

Well there’s are too many people
And too many freaks, well
And too many eyes balls staring at me

Good wish Mmhmm Yeah

Decide (these eyes?)
There are too many people
And too many freaks
Too many eyeballs staring at me

Huh and too many people yeah
And too many people freaks
And too many eyeballs staring at me

Well there are too many people
They’re too many freaks
And too many eyeballs staring at me
For feeling
Uno, dos, tres, quatro!

10. Engine No. 9 (demo)

Yeah, this ain’t no motherfuckin’ stick up, pick the stick up
And watch it roll real close, rolling out of my hand ’til
It cracks to that fucking dome, living off the curb
That peels you from the curb, a lick rest off, do you dig
Many in ’93 been making them fools go ’bout
Round bumping around me, you’ll want to run from underground
At the best, walk the line from the verb
On the beats, I won’t see your fuckin’ head

Peers I flow, and mother she
Won’t drain herself, and won’t be caught in
And live in a big world began, just because

My life’s unrise, wipe
Lyrical, did
Because my life’s unrise, wipe
Lyrical, did
I get more shit out
Bringin’ in, because
My life’s unrise, wipe
Lyrical, did
Because my life’s unrise, wipe
Lyrical, did

Get straight quickly
Making fools go down, bumping around me
You’ll want to see from underground
To that side, five blocks from the verb
Now, ’cause he can’t see you, fuckin’ head

Peers I flow, and mother she
Won’t drain herself, and won’t be caught in this big
She did what, she did what, she did what, she did

Because my life’s unrise, wipe
Lyrical, did
Because my life’s unrise, wipe
Lyrical, did
I get into shit
Bringin’ in because
My life’s unrise, wipe
Lyrical, did
Let me to
Lyrical, did
Bringin’ to the
Wipe did, wipe did
Love mother in
Cut it in

That’s why (why?) lyrical
That’s why (why?) lyrical
Bringin’ in because
My life’s unrise, wipe
Lyrical, did
Motherfucker, wipe
Lyrical, did
Make it to the
Wipe did, wipe did
Wipe did, wipe did
No more

11. Root (demo)

To be forced under
I look unto your home
Because
We gave our eyes
But no one will, yes, I know
Because

To heed the cause
I will be barred but you won’t
He gets, he gets real high
He’s up inside
We start to cry
Just because I’m really poor
Living in me is so poor
Deliver me there

To be judged by one
Or licked by three
And your holes enclose
We gave our eyes
But no one will, yes, I know
Because

To heed the cause
I will be barred but you won’t
He gets, he gets real high
He’s up inside, we start to cry
Just because I’m really poor
Living in me is so poor
Deliver me up

Cannot fuck to be me and you won’t find me
And you won’t find me and you will don’t know me
Psycho, I don’t believe you will find me
And you won’t find me and you will
So some from a psycho, I don’t believe you will find me
And you won’t find me and you will don’t quit
Psycho, I don’t believe you will find me
I’m in trouble because

I and me, we go
With Jesus in a bowl of dirt
Yeah
Yeah, so poor
I will fly

12. 7 Words (demo)

I’ll never be the same, breaking decency
Don’t be tree trunk, don’t fall on my living roots
I’ve been humming too many words, got a weak self-esteem
That’s been stomped away from every single dream
But it’s something else that brought us feaze
Keep it all inside ’til we feel we can’t unleash
I think that you made it up, I think that your mind is gone
I think you shouldn’t have glorified, now you’re wrong

Suck, suck, suck, suck
Suck, suck, suck, suck
Suck, suck, suck, suck
They fuck with my head
Suck, suck, suck, suck
Suck, suck, suck, suck
Suck, suck, suck it, bitch

You and me are here alone face flat along the edge of the glass
But I’m not here to preach, I’m just sick of thugs
My parents made me strong to lift up that glass
So why should I try, act like I’m a little pissed off
With all that shit that needs to stay back on the shelf
Because your punk ass made it up, your fucking mind was gone
Should’ve never glorified, now you’re right

Suck, suck, suck, suck
Suck, suck, suck, suck
Suck, suck, suck, suck
They fuck with my head
Suck, suck, suck, suck
Suck, suck, suck, suck
Suck, suck, suck

You don’t know me, shut up, you don’t know me
Squeal like a pig when you big fuckin’, big fuckin’, ape

Well, I’ll tell you about my smoke stack
What’s coming back jack, we’ll turnback
Curse for in their words in their words
Tell them that you fucking heard
I mean, they know that’s what’s coming, nigga and you’re a quitter
I thinking ’bout something naughty and won’t tell anybody
So thinking of me by now but you go grab it
I’d like to think, for who I down this shit
I belong where they be, ’cause we can not get back those lives

We exist to cease, understand
That God hates blacks shades and all the players
Mr. P.I.G., could I fuckin’ see?
Sure already done crushed all of my brothers’ dignity
And to the jury can’t be no turn is all, my skin looks colored
Does that mean I’m burnt
‘Cause your punk ass made it up, your fuckin’ mind was gone
Should’ve never glorified, wrong

Suck, suck, suck, suck
Suck, suck, suck, suck
Suck, suck, suck
They fuck with my head
Suck, suck, suck, suck
Suck, suck, suck, suck
Suck, suck, suck you bitch

Bitch

13. Teething

First you smile at lord
I found you first, liquified inside you
But it hurts if I even see you, make you smile
I look over and cry
I get by!
But that’s too bad you get stuck with all alone
Look at yourself you ain’t no genius!
You want to find, you won’t find me
I’m coming home, but I…
First you raining for, it can’t been seen
Liquified him more and more, fuck you bitch!
To go and I go and I and
I don’t know, because I’m…sick
And this ain’t fun at all!
But that’s too bad you get stuck with whores
Look at yourself you ain’t no genius!
You want to fly, you won’t find me I’m coming home I…
But that’s too bad you get stuck with whores
Look at yourself you ain’t no genius!
You want to find you won’t find me I’m coming home, hurt…
You got hair, clothes, the fashion and the cash flow
How the fuck you gonna tell me what you don’t know
You got hair, clothes, the fashion and the cash flow
How the fuck you gonna tell me what you don’t know
Your this close to fashion and the cash flow
How the fuck you gonna tell me what you don’t know
Your this close to fashion and the cash flow
How the fuck you gonna tell me something
Your this close the fashion and the cash
How the fuck you gonna tell me what you don’t know
Your this close the fashion and the cash
How the fuck you gonna tell me what you don’t know
Your this close to fashion and the cash
How the fuck you gonna tell me what you don’t know
Your this close to fashion and ahh gonna fuck you!
Tell me something…at least tell me something
Say your prayers!
But that’s too bad you get stuck with all alone
Look at yourself you ain’t no genius!
You want to find, you won’t find me
I’m coming home…
and I…
But that’s too bad you get stuck with all alone
Look at yourself you ain’t no genius!
You want to find, you won’t find me
I’m coming home…
I… I… I… I… I… I… I… I…

14. God’s Hands

Hey yall I’m marryin’ that girl
With the pain and don’t lie
Liquify your meaning, but wont
Tell her you miss her, she’s with me

‘Cause I’m done – you know
But it tastes like mud

Don’t tell her you love her
She’s with me
I know you may make her feel a whore
I wont tell her I miss her
She’s not feeling sore

‘Cause I’m gone – inside
But it tastes like MUD!

But I know you hate me
But that’s ok cuz’ I hate you too
Leaving here and you won
Shut the fuck UP!

Leaving tomorrow
I’m gone leaving to God
You might be my girl
Leave to God
You’re my little girl
Even to God

I’m gone – inside
But it tastes like MUD!

But I know you hate me
But that’s ok cuz’ I hate you too
Leaving here and you won
Shut the fuck UP!

Leaving to God – you were a girl
Leaving to God – he might be a girl
Leaving to God – he find a girl