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Candy Clash

It's a smoggy day of January We used to be like very good friends Your eyes in my eyes are always shiny We walk together the mind full of dreams Oh yesterday

I look in front of you I'm sure this is the girl But she's not for you You're creep et she's a belle You think she looks at me Am I invisible She's just

Blue Death Just one of ten, ten bands that are playing down here at Gutfest this year I think some of the other bands playing will be The Who, The Clash

s like this, my soul was lifeless, I earned stripes Fightin' the nicest in the crisis I slice 'em in half and make 'em dash Like hyphens, invitin' any rapper to clash

tears along The splintered boardwalk as they fall There's a place where I can go Bearing everything I know I send my hopes about as high Under the cotton candy

return with the hot shit Or keep it on the low flow? Yo, and for you confused bastards, tuna the blues master Quick to grab the mike, crews fast and sound clashing

a father? Not only made us, but I can thrive on his shit. Goring my manhood turns a man off. Like Pepe LePew would say, Hey, hey, hey! -- then we clash

ll rent a ferris wheel and cotton candy machine and have open bar with all the Pabst that you can drink the PA blasting my Clash records. You'll finally

is free followed by Ghost {"one"} Dug behind monument cakes, we never half-baked Alaskan, cess-capade, pushin new court dates {"one"} Trauma, hands is like candy