Dec 17, 2006 02:31
limb separation, bone isolation
nothing to do but to decapitate these words
...oh yeah
abrasive, allergic, inhaling detergent
eating the last of the words that were urgent
...oh yeah
this little girly wants to get to the action
rob another bank and win a reaction
didnt know she owned a gun
didnt know shed shoot that gun
come on baby, grab that cash and get in the car
hit the gas
the cops will catch up crazy fast
come on baby, drive
i cant believe you shot that guy
you better hope he doesnt die
say there ain't no alibi, faster baby drive
GOD! NO! what have we done?
bonnie and clyde on the run, on the run
this time your
tricky-tricky-tricky tricks
are more than just scaring me
theyre making me sick
babies in blenders and insect intestines
nothing to eat but stained glass in heaven, man
...oh yeah
nodding my head to the dancing dead
youd be so surprised what the skeleton said, man
he said "...oh yeah”
whod ever think we would be twenty-one?
our faces will change but these places stay fun
and bonnie looked so beautiful
biting at her cuticles
id never thought wed get his far
I never thought youd stop this car
shoot a guy and break my heart
oh baby, you get me high
dancing in the rain that night
puddles dripping from your eyes
the greatest day of our lives
maybe we should have died
oh man look what weve done
weve suited our hearts
from the words off our tongues
this time your itty bitty-bitty bones
will lock up inside you and not let you go
huh?
bonnie sails over the ocean
my bonnie sails over the sea
wont you please bring back, please bring back
my bonnie to me
now I know what this girls all about
shell hold you!
fuck you!
stick a gun in your mouth!
call me romantic
or call me naive
i spilled my own blood to save her heart
from the streets that shell leave
you know what those damn cops will do if they find you
theyll cuff you
or shoot you
dont let them find you
you know what would happen
when you let this all happen
youre dead
or youre happy
i hope that youre happy... baby
she was my bonnie my one and only my wifey my homey
molded controlled me slowly showed me
its only dough
you hold me boldly coldly like a .9
use me, cock me back and blow my mind
youre the thought behind my rhyme design
for quite some time
this life of crime has showed no sign of ending
almost spouses running into house
blouses doused in blood
shouting “get down n empty the clout out of your trousers”
bonnie n clyde, ride with my baby by my side
those baby blue eyes hypnotize
visualize when you strip the gun clip slip on your thigh
never slipping shes gripping
smith n wesson dressed in fishnets stretching from toe to heaven
bonnie blessing bank with bullet flanks that blow whole ranks to waste
lower than worthy women wibble wobble when wielding weight
disintegrate when placed in these crazy ape states
these situations got me craving the rush
so much I want to reach out and touch
clutch your bullets load your nuts
finger fuck the rust off your trigger
hear you hush
chamber thrust then you bust