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]