He shakes his damn rattle. Spittle on his bib. But I don't do the dishes, I throw them in the crib. I'm eating you, I'm overfed. Your milk's in my mouth. It makes me sick. Now I've stumbled
violet, violent sky. And I fell on my knees and pressed you against me You're soul was like a network of spittle. Like glass balls movin' in like cold streams of logic. And I prayed as that lightning
spittle capital cannibals, bitch come sit down. Back in my hood there're dealers, runaway folks and also the prayers. Think straight to stay alive, call us the fuckin Hanoi Playas. Watch your steps out of
. For that skrilla fool, til somebody die and come and feel them jewels. Up with hollows, send them to the spittle tubes. Up they nostrils, put 'em up in critical. That's if we ain't finish you, better
