doll squad's at the drive-in it's 1973 the fruit is full and fat this year on the orange trees which grow in clusters the city sixty miles away as the
her mouth is sweet her tounge is sugar coated but i can see those rotten teeth she thought i wouldn't notice i waste my time and read her mind but i'm
straight from the city of angels another fist full of anger keeping one in the chamber deal with the rage i feel inside built up the guilt hypocritical
take my eyes... i don't wanna see you take my ears... and i won't hear you take my pride... cuz i don't wanna lose you take my fist... and i won't bruise
here comes a serious subject... pro choice the government is sayin we got no voice fuck that cuz they can't control me or tell me what to do with my body
1 out of every 3 women will be a victim of sexual assault during her lifetime in the united states it is estimated that a rape occurs every 1.3 seconds
she slips into her sickness and she don't regret a thing she's trying to resist him but she knows she loves pain... come into my bed i have nothing left
respect is a word that i live by whether chillin or illin i give it up and you ask why? cuz i'm a product of the old school shootin my gift with the mic
she is the little bitch her cuts she cannot stitch the blood begins to gush and now she knows too much she rapes you with her mind can't leave her past
to whom it may concern... this is an attempt. an attempt to expose the realities which every woman will face at some point in her life. as a witness
Ladies and gentlemen Welcome to violence This time it comes in female form
Make a wish Woke up today and I tried to breath instead I suffocate in lies of dreams you're never what you seem to pretend to be inside myself I feel
they say that equality is for everyone black and white, rich and poor male... and female bullshit and you can fuck that american dream livin in america
Barely alive cause I'm dead on the inside barely alive cause I'm dead barely alive cause I'm dead on the inside barely alive cause I'm dead... FUCK
Cross your heart Hope to die stick a needle in your eye... His heart is bleed inside her hand her sugar kisses are twisted she puts his finger into
Somethings inside of you somethings inside of me I never thought that we could be what we've become numb to the other one you can't keep what you set
There is a girl who lived inside of me and I can hear her breath her smell is sweet but underneath her blood is boiling to a seethe And she leaves me
This christ is full of sins he can't repent upon his crucifix so innocent he trembles at the thought of nails digging in his flesh again for he knows...
