Vile

[Verse 1] Your vile, sordid howl Exudes a demagogic stool And your little bit of dropper down It lows and reaches up all real loud And I pray, and I pray And slowly rise upon my knees And praise the little bit of dropper down That hardens in me [Verse 2] I'm wishin' I could feel it, but I know I know it's bigger 'Cause I know even though my pride's grown I could fall Take it through the eyes like men You're scared of what could come 'Cause I know my only pain comes through the eyes Through the eyes [Verse 3] Wishing that I could feel it but I know You can take yours 'Cause I know it's a runaround like a chump [Gibberish]