Hook:
I've got this Wristband molded round my fist
It read's access all area's to never ending bliss
Check the list, I told 'em check the list
Verse 1:
As we all performed our miracles in dingy clubs
You were at the door collecting ticket stubs
Shriveled up, sitting duck
Cuz' I've seen some sh** that could make all your innards flinch
And I've got some friends that I can't believe still exist
My mind is awash with a million images
So many parts to explore in this b**h
So I look at my life like a glistening pick and mix
Sugar rush, I ain't sure what my limit is
He hung himself using a string of his Licorice
The bouncers parted like the red seas
I polished off my //?Yah dong, parson, cheque please?//
Junkies scratching at their skin until their chest bleeds
You can fill a whole bulging bin bag with dead fleas
Hook:
I've got this Wristband molded round my fist
It read's access all area's to never ending bliss
Check the list, I told 'em check the list check the list
Verse 2:
Check the account, 24 P
Got a problem never call me
When you see man stanking in silence
I'm just speaking in //?semaphore?// G
You're afraid to die, sh** that's a waste of time
//?drawer full o' Blindfolds?// A shame to your naked eye
You live that heinous lie, I sat there nodding my head
Whiplash, heavy heart like a rock in my chest
Yeah I did it, i'm just immoral I guess
And tonight which suburb of hell should I colonize next?
Medieval freak to a modernized mess
And the gas you spout ain't rotting my flesh
Yeah their ain't no frog in my neck
I can't feed you a fork full of paradise
I ain't a qualified chef
Hook:
I've got this Wristband molded round my fist
It read's access all area's to never ending bliss
Check the list, I told 'em check the list check the list X2