El Dopa

Fittest Fight
Melting pot of shit - this system based on wealth and class Is just another one of many in your book of lies Welding rot and spit to mist the the eyes of stealth and mass I'll kill my brother so it's anyone but me who dies Gelding rot acquits the cyst that's raised with belt on ass He knows his mother, but it's she - not he - who often cries Belting, not a kiss, persists among the healthy crass Some buy a gun, some dope - sit back and watch their cortex fry Yeah, but not me Now I know Now I know Now I know why we all lose in the fittest fight Breeding maggots using words like ho and faggot Find a label; tag it - got to get our fix of denial Seething dragnets muse on bird-like frosted baguettes When they're able, defrag it - cut the body, smell so vile I am not asleep You cannot derail me I will not weep From Letras Mania