experimental avant garde? what?? oh. ye
hip hop and rock and not that and sociopath
time wasted tape try 30 tapes high
Story behind the song
Its about killing players haters of cliche sayers
Lyrics
Welcome to the lair, its the place to be, hater player slayers right in back of me. What happened to dove, relationship and love. In your head you guess its dead, you bled in your bed but, dont forget what was said, do not dred son. Lets leave whats behind, feelings made kind. not feeling like a rind, an empty husk, wear your musk, player, arm your tusk, slayer. To the betrayers, ebonix word sayers, presidents stars and mayors, time to collect your penis grime, Girls dont ressurect your slime. Goddamned L .I.N.K. , master link and i got to say, things aint right today, hey hey, loves betrayed, baby baby, your hearts grey, oo a oo. Your hearts greys and i know (unintelligible)
