Motherfucker 歌词

Force fed more than we eat in the wild Grazed on a mash that can suffocate a child Bloated, promoted in an ode to pomped style Moistened in the feed while we’re choke upon the bile Corner in the market on the geese without the bones Hushing out the public in a strike without a drone The cage became collapsable Our sticks equipped with stones Get the mother fucker on the phone, the phone Hello motherfucker My lover You saw it coming Set aside the scruples in a stratagem of strain A smallpox-laden blanket, invisible with stains Inoculated bastards, bloody pecked pain Distemper has a hold, distemper has a hold We took a second sip from a cup we made of bones The first it was a ruse, a trick so aptly thrown The truth is that our youth was a carpet laid with stones Get the mother fucker on the phone, the phone Hello motherfucker My lover You saw it coming Goodbye motherfucker My lover You had it coming Get the mother fucker on the phone