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