know you think you're the queen of the underground And you can send me dead flowers every morning Send me dead flower by the mail Send me dead flowers
did to Abel I'm out the stable sinnin from the beginnin Leavin daddy's little girl pretty linen bloody red What's said in the book of dead is now all
it's never been done before You had enough? "more!" Here we go, I'm about to blow up Don't you dare bite my rhymes, I'll make you throw up Poison soaked
is poison Physicians prescriptin' us medicine which is poison Doctors injectin' our infants with the poison Religion misoverstood is poison Radio and TV poison, white Jesus poison
breakdown I once was lost but never was found I think I am losing what's left of my mind To the 20th century deadline I was made of poison and blood
Squad) Deep in the borough where the corners is smoldering hot My team is known for smokin' the glock To the hole in your rock (Terror Squad) I murder men wit the poisonous flow
of headstones. They were in rows like the weeks on calendars where each box is a day that you can never escape without pills or the poison of sleep Now
of headstones They were in rows like the weeks on calendars Where each box is a day that you can ever escape Without pills for your poisonous sleep
in his room, possessed him and hoist his bed Till the evilness flows through his blood like poisonous lead Told him each one of his boys is dead I asked
poison in the ink well Punchline screw your face up like a steak smell Plots so funky Got your nose runny like blow junkie Blacksmith people never go hungry Rappers flow
we know ya dead. [Prevail:] My first spirit dance with the strength of a tribal chief, Deeper then a dead mans chest, there is no rivalry. We survive
the scapel shines in god's sunshine the streetlights whisper pain down here near the poison stream our god has gone insane she smiles like a child with flowers
the needle to stick in your vein Can't wait for the poison to kill all the pain You buy your cheap ticket to take a short ride That beautiful flower
the park waiting, These are my poison diaries like Mark Latham, So start hating, though you know in your heart, We've been owning this art since our flow
waiting for you to come back since you left Minneapolis Snow covers the street lamps and the windowsills The buildings and the brittle crooked trees Dead
' I got the power and that's from bein' born the God But many doubt my Knowledge of Self But they're just illiterate, so I don't consider it Feedin' off poison
To the naked eye immaculate to her victim poisonous She'll wrap you up so tight she'll suffocate without relent Enchanting the flower of disease Beware
flows down the streets at night Where wolves cry out for flesh Where a horrible curse taints the woodlands nearby With the forms of the walking dead
