P.H. Fat - House of Clashes lyrics

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P.H. Fat - House of Clashes lyrics

k** it, fight it, don't let the motherf**er k** it, fight it, don't let the motherf**er k** it, fight it, don't let the motherf**er k** it, fight it, k** it, fight it k** it, fight it, don't let the motherf**er k** it, fight it, don't let the motherf**er k** it, fight it, don't let the motherf**er k** it, fight it, k** it, fight it Welcome to the house of clashes bad men fanning black flames on plastic s**ing thick smoke fat fascists crashing badlands ama**ing mad ma**ive cause red flashes hashed out cla**ics force-fed geeks eat acid sight-seeing captured on magic Woven in the ghost's dream pa**ive Colours breathe pa**ions slow-mo breathing fantastic hashed out a**es, facts and smashed up whackness f**ing with the fingers on your a**ets fashioned old mansions strikes like wanted in blackness ashed out thoughts so tragic welcome to the house of madness bad motherf**ers get lashes flashed f**ing punching old magic flaccid old thoughts breed boredom and force-feed dumb motherf**ers so spastic k** it, fight it, don't let the motherf**er k** it, fight it, don't let the motherf**er k** it, fight it, don't let the motherf**er k** it, fight it, k** it, fight it k** it, fight it, don't let the motherf**er k** it, fight it, don't let the motherf**er k** it, fight it, don't let the motherf**er k** it, fight it, k** it, fight it Swag swamp party no dreamers in the cradle of the world inject this fetus with a curse Bad town baby no caramel flavour whip my pants off quicker than an animorph changes Fake freedom on a makeshift settable to crude tools and a cold home town mood 26 cigarettes left and I'm dead stressed thinking with the trees, playing caveman chess Blue light trickles in don't fight phantoms with a crow-bar, homie it's a ghost, no flesh Six smokes left and your brain takes fathom it's a clear-cut brilliant escape no bandages You can find me in a cold belly yes I'm f**ing edible a television lying upon a wolf coat count mad gold in a g**n coach with a sharp dart pointed at a dark hag's throat k** it, fight it, don't let the motherf**er k** it, fight it, don't let the motherf**er k** it, fight it, don't let the motherf**er k** it, fight it, k** it, fight it k** it, fight it, don't let the motherf**er k** it, fight it, don't let the motherf**er k** it, fight it, don't let the motherf**er k** it, fight it, k** it, fight it

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