visions of bodies being burned
visions of bodies being burned
visions of bodies being burned
visions of bodies being burned
visions of bodies being burned
visions of bodies being burned
visions of bodies being burned
visions of bodies being burned
the hook gon' be what it is
the retribution for what you took from the man
the dead man walks the tongue bridge
the streets bleed sweet syrup
and they raining on your college-ass disco
get your collar turnt up in your freshest attire
get your bitch womb ready 'cause this baby gon' be fire
and the sky blacked out already
the flames ain't shit to a demon
visions of bodies being burned
visions of bodies being burned
visions of bodies being burned
visions of bodies being burned
visions of bodies being burned
visions of bodies being burned
visions of bodies being burned
visions of bodies being burned
the hook gon' be the last thing she remember
the fast lane in december
often drift when she drive
learnt about it in a book
but she always kept the gloves on
every pun pales in comparison
and becoming conservative in her fucking
and nervous that she would rush in
but murder wasn't discussed
and the further she learned to trust him
the merger of love and lust
and she serving it all up just 'cause he hold her when he would bust
'til nine months later with a stomach full of devil baby
she startin' to think it's time to pump the brakes
but that train left the station with the great migration
bloody tracks left right by the drain
visions of bodies being burned
visions of bodies being burned
visions of bodies being burned
visions of bodies being burned
visions of bodies being burned
visions of bodies being burned
visions of bodies being burned
visions of bodies being burned
can you say it again? can you say it again?
can you look into the mirror and then say it again?
can you say it again? can you say it again?
can you say the name? say the name
the hook gon' be the coldest pimp-slap
brain leaking out a hole in his forehead