piss and cologne part 1

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Unknown, alone, smell like piss and cologne,
Hell just wish I could just go home
but I hear pistols and chrome blistering
lingering can't even pick up my phone
sirens splintering in my dome and
if I get caught moving weight again I'm dead, in debt to feds
dead to rights in a prison at night with convicted
afflicted persistent and twisted whites
that'll stab me in a fight and twist the knife is this is life?
Or is this strife the product of our rights not being right
I wanna riot tonight tongue tied but upright
and ready to ride with a steady eye
getting heavy and sly to topple guys
at the top with the lies and the pettiness
get ready bitch my deadliness and emptiness is causing me be venomous
and evils leave us penniless and envious of the evil people
that say we're all equal well that must mean they're lethal
and we need to do illegal things to break the bacterial imperial
weasel kings that want every election to be a sequel
of deceit and for to end up with concrete on our feets
 
Quiet Riot
Fuck That
Fight It
Let's Make
Some Noise
Fire?
Light It
Liars
Are Gonna
Get Ignited
Tonight
Is The Night
For Knives
And Violence
Whites
Get Silenced
My Life
Sucks because
Of Tyrants
Now Im Pumped
And From
THE SLUMP
WE WILL TRIUMPH
EVEN DONALD TRUMPS
CHUMPS WILL KNOW
ITS A RIOT
BLITZIN PRIVATE CONFINES
NEVER BEEN SO EXCITED
GOT A GUN WITH ITCHY TRIGGER FINGER NIG****
( would slam slick if you said that word with the hard
are but that's up to you )
SO YOURE GONNA WANNA RUN A Little quicker
GRENADES Bombs and BLADES
to chop off heads and filet them
Plus pipe BOMBS
FIGHTS ON
PLUS I GOT MY BEST
BULLEtPROOF VEST
COME TEST THE TEFLON
NEVER BEEN SO EXCITED
YA Pest I'm going full throttle
CRACK YA Head
WITH A BROKEN BOTTLE
THIS IS LA'S VIETNAM
AIDS IN A BOTTLE WITH SIX PINS
TO STICK IN YOULL
BE SICKK TOMORROW
ONE PRICK YOUR DEAD DICK
AND IT'LL BE SLOW
SHOULDN'T CHEAT
THE WEAK
The MEAK
AND THE PO' YO
NOW YOUR GONNA GO,
DEAD AND ALONE
While we alll laugh til we choke
YOU FUCKIN JOKE
 
T hey wronged me they conned me
like a motherfucking robbery spinning like a slot machine
felt like the ebonies were a mockery
with no comradery just contraband and controversy
bloodthirst, nerves, and poverty had made us a look sloppy and ungodly
and they expect us to act properly but you played us so constantly
that it would take a labotomy for me to understand the underhanded policies
tonight this is Rodney King meets Fucking Rocky
got my gun cocked and I'm feeling cocky
to cop a body of a cop or a hot shot in a drop top sipping a $16 dollar LATTE
I've got 10 malatov cocktails, a bomb and shotgun
with 8 shells hell I'm feeling ballsy
so they'll await hell we'll riot united hot as the climate
so they get reminded that we see we ain't being guided
we on a diet of poverty tryin to win the lottery
but to state it modestly this is honestly probably impossible
to live a responsible life with a kid a job and a wife
when your getting paid minimum wage and work days and nights

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GreenGoblin
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