Lip Split

Two packs of American Spirit Blues
And a fucking chainsaw please
Hurry up hurry up hurry up
Now listen to the point
Don't kill yourself
Go back home
Take your friend to
Tie your rope
Kill yourself then
What else?

We're always saying only one pack
Smoke it back
Smoke it like you give a fuck
Bring it back
Smoke some crack
We don't care at all

I smell believers in me, me
I smell believers in me, me

There's a sway in the way I walk

I won't forget you
Feel my first deep inside you
Feel my fist in the way so gently
Feel my veins deep and messy
Make your choice but I won't let down
Three white lights and I just might be back

Shit on your tongue
Let it marinate
You will rot in the stench that you can't contain
Eat

Oh eat
Knee deep in a bed of meat

Just when you think you've got it all
You're still a little low life pussy ass bitch
I'm going to torture you in my fucking tool shed