Nil By Mouth

[Intro] Nothing ever seems to get right, huh? But we're married You're always gone and I'm all alone at night But we're married [Verse 1: billy woods] World eater, reaper Feed a cold, starve a fever Leader to unbelievers, but next to these brothers, I'm sounding like a preacher Next to these niggas, I'm looking like Madiba Your god died when they dammed Kariba Goddamn Rhodesia Armand Hammer acetonе and ether A fistful of dollars, Ebenеzer squeeze 'em In order to be free, I knew I needed to leave her Baldwin in Paris, my mind wanders, y'all might need a visa Don't lose yourself out here, it's finders keepers Crocodiles weeping while they eat your salty tears, all the sweeter Friday night lights, cannibals fill the bleachers Read 'em they last rites, feed 'em to the creature Feed the monster, feed the meter Might do a couple few features Dead of night, open the deep freezer, bathed in light My days is short like December in Geneva Every day's a heist, carpe diem Crazy gas, low mileage I can't tell you the number, I have to dial it I can't tell you how to get there, but you can ride with (Uh) Taste foul, but still ate like an alligator smiling I can't tell you the number, I have to dial it (The number you dialed is not a working number) I have to dial it [Verse 2: E L U C I D] World eater Could've left these micron dons and don divas define the lion-hearted Don't get me started Self-made martyrs, drew self within margins Armand Hammer uncommon carnage Iran-Contra cadence, psychic karmic violence One-drop rule at the Radiotron Negro clash, how low can a punk get? "Chump," he said, "no fatigues and sneakers" Tattered-edge denim draped like pussy willow Went to sleep and dreamed of exploding beepers For who soever believe Wrong arm of the law, the reaper's reaching Been on a first-name basis with devils that hex correctly Your power's intermittent The flow like remote-control lightning I dice peppers and ginger, choking on Moonbow Future shock, boom, the room go Off everybody See the van cycling, sickling Guaranteed make 'em jump like Rod Strickland My days long like June in Helsinki The cat leg broke simply My gold fronts fell behind the radiator You can't pay me later [Outro] Everything's wrong Nothing ever seems to get right, huh? But we're married You're always gone and I'm all alone at night But we're married All I've got to look forward to is