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.