So you can see me go, but don't leave me though, just bleed me slow, if they ask it was need to know (x2) these are pages in blood dubs is old and the savior is young its a labor of love luck froze in a glacier and sunk the face is a hunk of claymation that changes when stung, the age isnt what counts.. it's the aim when the agents have snuck out it's the range of the face when the buds out its arcadian cut outs larvae in a cut (ouch) parties in the club house drunk on the balcony one step and your fucking with alchemy, touching a felony, money repelling green sun light, it's funny retelling... so you can see me go, but don't leave me though, just bleed me slow, if they ask it was need to know (x2) ( j-def ) if they ask it was need to know, how much weed to blow (basics) will we even go places? this is no place for flow fakers gold chasers in the land of the free and i stole acres implanted cannabis seeds, i've smoked so much but i've managed to breathe this is the planet of thieves so, here's the score, i'll rob your local store and break your vocal chords until the fucking mucous pores, now show me where the loot gets stored im lupus sick, (yeah) that's the truth to lord, im a wick fused and lit, heavy mutant morgues music's more than a coping skill y'all rats, we'll get you rodents killed rolled in a folded quilt and dumped in the molded homeless filth if they ask who did it.. it's a need to know, until then i am free to go, free to go free to go until then i am free to go so you can see me go, but don't leave me though, just bleed me slow, if they ask it was need to know (x2) (written by c. dejohhn & j. defazio)

(j-def) and i'm a monster in the making, constantly debating, whether or not to start a conference call with satan my brain's in a fog, from that complicated statement this thing is a job, so it's time for paper chasing shame if you jog, it's a new day, things change and evolve in the name of the lord, im lyrically swinging a sword like i'im training for war, where will i hang the awards? i've never been famous before, talk shit put your remains in a morgue, in a stainless casket turn you pricks to liquid, like i drained a cactus turn a brick into a liquid asset turn a spliff into an inch of ashes, burn a bridge till it splits in half and put it out when i piss in traffic, picture that shit talk shit, yeah im ripping asses, until this mosh pit collapses (cdubs) and its detrimental - life agents that check credentials white flames as you enter hell shoot the splinter cell move through single cell use simple space suits - got a mask for the mist of mase used sip the face juice, eyes closed - body ripped in angles but the forehead is kissed by angels so watch for enveloping dangers, got caught now I'm locked in intelligent cages elegant stages, where the taxes embellish the wages, from polishing pages, to fellas with pagers.. to cell phones tracers then the hell-born agents in developing stages swim through cellophane spaces just another distraction, a subtle reaction - cold glare, from a motherless captain stern grin while the others is laughing burnt rim but the colors is matching cover the mac-10, get a mask for the face so the stubble is trapped in make plans first - then we double the action i hover in churches, this kid worms through duchovny's searches, the money is worthless, above me lies the hungering merchants, stumbling theories - no manners, but humbling gear screens crumbling seers dreams, underneath the fumbling fear beasts conquering madly, see, dubs is a fountain of candy to the kids who would otherwise not want to have me.. pot smoking daily, obstruction cop locked in - cock blocking cavemen instructions ox on the mainframe - stop, drop; and save me honestly prayed but never it helped so endeavors are dealt slow eccentric since he never did smell rose.. j-def turn a brick into a liquid asset turn a spliff into an inch of ashes burn a bridge till it splits in half and put it out when i piss in traffic, picture that shit talk shit, yeah im ripping asses, until this mosh pit collapses until this mosh pit collapses this mosh pit collapses (written by c. dejohn & j. defazio)

Just a spark of the sunshine cdubs, another part of the punch line, i could tell you about starving at lunch time, or starting to judge minds, fall apart like an argument that started to unwind, the darker the days get the more particles of armor i shade in , till im part of the changes and the farther i fade it the more i harbor the cadence of a person alone in his pages, im stoned, in the sand as the noise of the waves hit (written by c. dejohn)