Letras:
The Fold Medicine

Let's get to the point Let's get to this condition Let's get to the point Let's get to this condition Here we go again We're taking medicine to take

Let's get to the point Let's get to this condition Let's get to the point Let's get to this condition Here we go again We're taking medicine to take

a little closer to your death, which was fine with her She never got upset and with all the days she may have left She would never clean another mess or fold

ya' the spilled nut ain't nothing to cry over never shoulda' came within range of rover shoulda' known I was trouble soon as i rolled up Any chick who's coming up after I blind fold

it's time for you to hate me again Let's begin, now hand me the pin How should I begin it and where does it all end? My medicine ball, you're in my medicine

The credits roll, the camera pans And in the mist our hero stands He starts to speak, then folds his hands in prayer An awkward pause, then what?s my

, done and done. He?s gone? MURDER! Shells fell like a bell that rung Blood bursts, body temperature fell and plunged And by the time it took the medics

Bixby Face green, knuckles burst out like Wolverine Should I rip this bitch pussy or go pull a sting? Fatal guillotine carrier, boy, ya'll niggaz know me Wrap niggaz in sheets, fold

, nowhere Another worthless malcontent Another savage Another day without regret And all this damage Holy rollers, nobody's convinced They're folding up the tents and taking off AD, HD, over medicate