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| Geek Stink Breath I'm on a mission I made my desision To lead a path of self destruction A slow progression Killing my complexion And it's rotting out my teeth I'm on a roll To no self-controll I'm blowing off steam with Methephetamine Don't know what I want And that's all that I've got And I'm picking scabs off my face Every hour My blood is turning sour And my pulse is beating out of time I found a treasure Filled with sick pleasure And it site on a thick white line I'm on a mission I've got no desision Like a cripple running the rat race Wish in one hand Shit in the other And see which one gets filled first Geek Stink Breath Back to Lyrics Main |
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