Against The Grain
Lyrics
War Stories:
Play Dead! (instrumental)
Gimme Your Drug Money
Six o'clock and I'm out!
Just got out of work.
Feeling mighty testy.
My boss is a jerk.
Standing 'round the corner,
he looked at me funny.
The local drug dealer.
I'm eye'in his money!
Gimme your drug money,
gimme no flack!
And for your girlfriend
I'll leave her the crack.
Ran to my house now,
found in my closet,
my Mike Piazza edition,
limited bat.
Running back outside.
I came from behind.
In the pool of blood,
I found all my money!
Gimme your drug money!
I want it now!
Gimme your drug money,
gimme no flack!
And for your girlfriend
I'll leave her the crack.
Gimme your drug money,
gimme no flack!
Don't start to cry cause
I won't give it back!
Makin' Enemies
Master of my words
that gets me trouble when
I'm on fire!
On the defense like a mad
Michael Douglas in falling down!
For reconciliation save the
drowning words come out and
play!
Pull your pants down and reveal
your warts to your girlfriend
sister!
I'm makin' enemies!
I'm makin' enemies!
With your word so purely shit
and your self-pride your turning
brown!
Like a Meg Ryan Tom Hanks
yuppie movie your shit gets
stale!
I cracked out then you
picked me out and you run to
dad!
This "bridge and tunnel" knows
your hiding in your wine cheese
Hamptons!
Bursting with dull pride,
they're gonna run and hide.
If I had a dollar, for every time
they cower.
With fist!
With mouth!
With balls!
I'm makin' enemies!
Cut short
His days,
went by,
to fast,
to young,
kidnapped,
abused,
and left,
for dead!
The two,
get caught,
two boys,
not men!
Parents living nightmare with
the children killing children!
His life was cut short and then
my soul cried, a child to young
to die and I gotta ask why!
Falling to my knees I asked god
how, a child to young to die and
I gotta ask why!
Cut short.
Realize
Let's dress up like my boy.
Testes replace my tits.
Feminine gone!
Realize! Realize!
Power talk like my guy.
Attitude minus cock.
Beer muscle bitchin'!
Realize! Realize!
Switchblade heating up my
handbag,
cause she's looking at me
funny.
Talk to the hand based
confrontation!
Yo, she's smiling at my
honey!
Yo girls lost it,
unsexy as can be,
tough chicks my workout,
when my Jose's beatin' me.