my shit on cock 'cause Makaveli said so I keep my shit on cock 'cause Makaveli said so If you got to get your money on From night 'til morn You better
curses made special out of bullet bits by some Pollock I know in Evergreen Park And dip them in the potion and drop them in Buckingham Fountain at 3:13 on Friday morning
Shaking its fists in the air The winter slammed us like a fist The windows rattling in the gales To which she drew the curtains Made out of her wedding
I don't remember what I was doing There were no remembered witnesses to my doings But it seems like I've known him, forever He who has, moved through mornings
silver curses made special out of bullet bits by some Pollock I know in Evergreen Park and dip them in the potion and drop them in Buckingham Fountain at 3:13 on Friday morning
streets Shaking its fists in the air The winter slammed us like a fist The windows rattling in the gales To which she drew the curtains Made out of her wedding