ForeShadow - Party Foul 101 lyrics

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ForeShadow - Party Foul 101 lyrics

[Rude Max] I saw the gates of hell, invert the cross Saw the devil rise, getting stoned, tossing rocks I never saw the pa**ion, till it came with all panic And the meaning of life, ain't nice but fantastic The preachers all preach but the ba*tards won't listen Laughters all weak from the beating in the kitchen That f**ing fool, he's lost it all, now he's dead Or at least he really wants to be with demons in his head And the sheets are all red, "from what" thats foul play Even the dumb a** kids on earth can get laid Hold her down, tight her up, god damn enraged I f**ing hate this rape nation, and the place that we made I'm hate pedophiles, sickos, i'm watching rapists And they should watch out before i start my hating I'm naming off names, to help us out, whats up We got another little problem, and it's spiked in our cups [Hook - ERROL HEM] Girl, drink down your loneliness and open up your soul a bit Sober's overrated when compared to total bliss Let the opiates take hold of you below the wrist And show you this is home before the moment when the coma hits Cold and stiff as the oceans of a polar shift Ownership disintegrating to a broken grip As you unknowingly bestow the gift of self No kiss and tell, be well, existing with this administered hell [Rude Max] People are so dumb, never trust anyone Never leave your self alone with men just to have fun We're all different, you and i, me and him Me and her shared a heart, that died when he sinned We found a whole new world, of nightmares Under the stair is the body but who cares In the back room, with a screaming monsoon Is a kidnapped girl named jane from cancan Will she die soon, i hope not before noon I need to save her life before she meets her very own doom Even cops in my town get it on with kids It ain't nothing to front from that's typical sh** My visions on, it leads me to the creeps i hate I find myself face to face on a goose chase I knock him out, now the predators drowned in mace Without a doubt, he goes to jail where he's getting raped [Hook - ERROL HEM] Dude, put on your dominance to conquer you a model chick Plop the drink and shower with compliments till she's out of it Contradict your shouts of living honest for a power trip Sour milk counterfeit, a solid piece of polished sh** Embodiment of rotting grit with a modern twist A monument to a bottomless intolerance If god exists, then he's gawking at this comic strip Of awkwardness and anguish and of heinousness and cowardice

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