Big Bastard from Rebels Defects by Xrin Arms
Tracklist
| 4. | Big Bastard | 2:50 |
Lyrics
4.Big Bastard
My teeth are cutting all your words that don't mean nothing. Big bastard blood pumping.
Smell my heart melting, while I give birth to a world of no worth.
In fornicated feelings, I leave the ceiling squeeling, all elation unapealling.
Baby I'll bve your sorrow.
Miscarriages laugh in bottles, that copulating christ vibrato.
Hard nozzle in the throat throttle.
Don't count on me for nothing unless it's meaningless fucking. Everything is snuff.
Baby we're dead tomorrow.
My teeth are cutting all your words that don't mean nothing. Big bastard blood pumping.
I'm the exploitation master, alpha lord of the harvest. The hangnail in terrors garden.
A bemused pinnacle smothered by velvet caves as the treacheon hardens.
I took advice from the scar on my face, yellow egypt you must annihilate.
Insomnia psychosis bait.
The brain cells are thumping, maroon specks clumping. Everything is snuff.
Baby we're dead tomorrow.
My teeth are cutting all your words that don't mean nothing. Big bastard blood pumping.
