The Old Law

In my death mask and my mismatched soot

I pilate chop yore cross the stage

I met a musing gospel

In the bath a tic mid its way

Into my read ilked Braine

The drinks had martyred lunch effectively

Before I even rose to speak

Don't wanna dis-anoint the campaign but

Sickle Bill lives on me

Wren free

(Oh)

A man's life

God's trash

There's no law but the old law, baby

Petitfour

Nothing dies

'Cept by ass drawn kamikaze

Year Zero in the summertime

Year Zero in the summertime

Pick me to sling your widdle clot bled dry

In your Matty-Mac-Beau-Harry guise

Oh, I left you for the honey

Couldn't trident you

If I lyed

A man's life

Gods trash

There's no law but the old law, baby

Petitfour

Nothing dies

'Cept by ass drawn kamikaze

God said no

I said "twice"

Cmon big man

Won't you make me?

Year Zero in the summertime

Year Zero in the summertime

Year Zero in the summertime

Bagmember

Slaycation

Hal Ashby

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