Blame it on the medicine...
Take no prisoners Minnesota winter ghost to Christmas
Wrote it printed in an open wish list blow a kiss and
Don't show your business past the deadline bred the enzymes
Capture the outline if their heads bind I
Guess it's about time get og the getmine and make this crown climb
Grab grenades eith your cokespoon pin
And your plastic face the cavalcades ass will have to wait
Cause all that happy ever after was the last decade
The golden days of, control the stage
And now they hold they face
The soldiers cam home from home invade
And the old brigades just got old and gray
When life was younger, dive the dumpster to survive the suffer
Dead in the gutter, surprise the buzzards
Now you want to front like you a violent fucker
Bent from the pressure, entered the effort
Went for the adventure
Left over pepper burns forever
Render the measures then return to sender
Skulls hype and burning nice
It gets no better, no it gets no better
The feel is kids turn out the lights
Cause I hate half-steppers and I ain't your shepard
