| To a soundtrack of insects screaming
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| And every skin cell wheezing
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| I picked out the liquor soaked suit for the evening and took my position steam
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| rolled to the ceiling
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| Greetings, these are the kids we’re dripfeeding
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| A sea of eyes light up, light up
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| Slovenly exterior gleaming
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| Yeah, too lucid
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| I don’t care who you wanna slap hooves with
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| In alleyways kids swap juices and loose lipped skets and goons compare bruises
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| I once knew this petrified wench
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| With a musky pesticide stench
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| She’d sharpen her nails on the walls all day and by night she would hug an
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| electrified fence
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| And that bitch bit my middle finger in half
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| Faces inches apart, Had
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| Bare weird chicks in my yard, I
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| Stayed up and stuck pins in her heart, now
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| We squished old flames in our ashtrays
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| And let a moth circle our lampshades
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| I excelled in the red blooded rampage, rocking two stumps that could triple
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| jump mass graves
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| Yeah
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| Are they your teeth marks in your tail?
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| I think they’re your teeth marks in your tail
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| Looks like they’re your teeth marks in your tail
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| Tail
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| Yeah
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| Is their air too hard to inhale?
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| You said their air’s too hard to inhale
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| Pissed cause their air’s too hard to inhale
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| Hale
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| Hale
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| Yeah
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| I caught the half seven to Hanoi with a steaming oven fresh cerebellum to
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| destroy
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| By twenty past ten I was beginning to suspect we were running out of mind
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| bending weapons to deploy
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| City hopper
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| This sack of flesh is my best offer
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| I haggled till sundown, sundown
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| Swigging liquor in death’s honour
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| Stuck a next blotter under the tongue, took a
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| Sharp breath and punctured a lung, raise a
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| Glass to us wonderful scum, cause I
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| Love what us cunts have become
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| Now I can spend my life in this field right here
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| Your skin doesn’t feel real my dear
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| She said give sobriety a chance and
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| I recoiled at the mere idea
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| So tell me, are they your teeth marks in your tail?
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| Cause you look a touch dizzy
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| Sink another Snakebite, rack another rail
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| Fuck with me
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| Hourly trips to the moon
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| Coughing up comet dust into the room
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| Crowned as a king as I slip from the womb
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| Cannonballed into this crimson lagoon
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| Paddling out, rinsing the wounds
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| Sipping on venom, I think I’m immune
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| That rabid dog span on the spot with his jaws outstretched in a spiral of fumes |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Teeth Marks , by - Jam Baxter. Song from the album Mansion 38, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп