El-P - $4 Vic/FTL | Текст песни

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• El-P
• $4 Vic/FTL

And this goes out to the...
To the maniacs
And aristocrat grifters
To the zealots
To the monarchs
What up brainiacs?
Compulsively acidic rainiacs
Repulsively predictable painiacs
To the liars
For the devils night fires
Same to you too town cryer
Top O'the morning morbid
Quite a day we're having gorgeous
Salutations unimportant
Hello uninspired
I thought I'd drop on by and wish you all the luck desired
I wish you all the souls your little mouth can tuck inside
You'll always be that special part of me
That loves to dine on grinning void
So flirty touches dizzy lust I must imbibe
And what a team we made
There's nothing we can't justify
But I am the son disgust entrusted with the undefined
And I can no longer contain whats under my disguise
I've always had the cancer for the cure
That's what the fuck am I

[Hook]
(Till I get there)
I'm still living like a four dollar vic. (Jumping off the world)
(Till I get there)
A lot of trouble four a little bit of win. (Jumping off the world)
(Until I get there)
In the gasoline and sulfur in the sin. (Jumping off the world)
(Until I get there)
You cannot throw me in the briar patch, bitch
That is where I live
(Jumping off the world)