Evagreen - Divines lyrics

Verse 1: (Evagreen) The times get rougher, the crimes get cuffed The imprisoned n***as always see the rough stuff The Green Machine f**s the wife in front of you, the titties big like the sun and moon The a** powerful like the sonic boom that the chronic exumes The eggs on my dick from the oiling of the c*nt glue The Maryland Terrapin, Myrtling Turtle The Ferragins stare again, the b**h blow like the air and wind The systems go down with the bears and the fair commences in the flares, the end The bearing of the bloody bloodshed puts the scars on the soldiers When the k**ing gets older the feelings get colder The minds of the starving rappers are frantic The desires are manic, the king had enough of the antics The gruesome fatality committed in front of the children leaves the scarring image, and the image will be seen in every line of scrimmage The triggers diminish the finish The evil king will destroy the kingdom, force the peasants into slavery The slaves will flee, the brave will see, the grenade has now forsaken me The time lapse has finished the soul The fine past has replenished the bold The last dime will be put in the homeless man's bowl The bloody d**hs that have got the men on the loose The gory mess that had made the king create the truce The dirty meth that has hung the addicts with the noose The cheap groceries that are paid with the food stamps owned by the struggling, single mother of two The ga**ed Jews evaporated inside the gas chambers in the hell of Auschwitz The bodily fluids of the deceased turned into the bloody sauces I see the light, but the light just pauses I create fate, but I don't know when the world will cause it The times go fast, faster than the sleep through the night The parents don't understand the sickened son with the mind that's tight The refined, in the right, combined with the fright The enemies that have caused the teen to fight The life we live is the temporary one, after the d**hs, the souls are free to run The freedom stuns the shunned in front of the gun The police frees the man, who beats the sons The deadly fire, that incinerates the headphone wires The perception is beautiful like the view from the top of the spire The lighter is the tool of the potheaded fool Keep the cool, sheep the wool, get the minds on the rules