Song Lyrics
Get the mother fucker on the phone, force fed more than we d eat in the wild
Get the mother fucker on the phone, distemper has a hold, we took the second sip from a cup we made of bones
Get the mother fucker on the phone, get the mother fucker on the phone Faith, the first it was a ruse
Invisible with stains, force fed more than we d eat in the wild, you saw it coming
Distemper has a hold, get the mother fucker on the phone
Get the mother fucker on the phone, get the mother fucker on the phone, the cage became collapsable
We took the second sip from a cup we made of bones, the truth is that our youth was a carpet laid in stones
Motherfucker, get the mother fucker on the phone
Get the mother fucker on the phone, bloody pecked pain Faith, moistening in the feed while we choke upon the bile
motherfucker
You saw it coming, get the mother fucker on the phone, get the mother fucker on the phone
Bloody pecked pain, we took the second sip from a cup we made of bones, invisible with stains
We took the second sip from a cup we made of bones, the cage became collapsable
Our sticks equipped with stones, get the mother fucker on the phone, invisible with stains
Get the mother fucker on the phone, get the mother fucker on the phone
Hushing out the public in a strike without a drone, get the mother fucker on the phone
moistening in the feed while we choke upon the bile
Get the mother fucker on the phone, our sticks equipped with stones
Get the mother fucker on the phone, the truth is that our youth was a carpet laid in stones, you saw it coming
Bloody pecked pain, the cage became collapsable, the cage became collapsable
so aptly thrown
Motherfucker, get the mother fucker on the phone Faith, cornering the market on the geese without the bones
distemper has a hold
hushing out the public in a strike without a drone
cornering the market on the geese without the bones
Get the mother fucker on the phone, get the mother fucker on the phone
You saw it coming, get the mother fucker on the phone
get the mother fucker on the phone
Grazed on a mash that could suffocate a child, hushing out the public in a strike without a drone More, get the mother fucker on the phone
set aside the scruples in a stratagem of strain
Get the mother fucker on the phone, the truth is that our youth was a carpet laid in stones