Lyrics

____Foul____

as I tried to survive I ran from the earth
considering of all of the predators, mankind is the worst

If the foul could spit
The wildest shit
And some how forget
Their torch is lit
That must mean the righteous
Must get
More morbid
To comprehend the flow
Earn dough
 and just
(swing)
keep try to up wit it
So we craft the sound track
Like a silent pic
Ca' people see it going down but won't say shit
soon chicks come to roost and they pitching a fit

Clowns in the shadow
And this ain't no comic
got weak morale
And appetites bionic

like the world so ironic
you gotta puff the chronic
just to avoid
a screen play of a dream psychotic
i spy sick
all type tricks
with my night glasses
and life long classes
a taking names an
kickin vampire asses

but what you got ask is
as each one passes
how you know when the last day is
how late can you be ' fore u absent