The Medicine Lyrics

blame it on the medicine…
take no prisoners
Minnesota winter ghost to Christmas
Wrote it printed in an open wish list
blow a kiss and don’t show your business
Past the deadline
bread the enzymes
capture the outline
if their heads bind I
guess it’s bout time
get of the getmine
and make this crowd climb,
Grab grenades with your
Cokespoon pin and your plastic face
the cavalcades ass will have to wait
Cause all that happy ever after Was the last decade
The golden days of, control the stage,
and now they hold they face,
the soldiers came home from home invade and the old brigade just got old and grey,
When life was younger, dive the dumpster to survive the
suffer,
dead in the gutter, surprise the buzzards,
now you wanna front like you a violent f*cker,
Bent from the pressure, entered the effort,
went for the adventure
Left over pepper burns forever
render the measures then return to sender

skulls hype and burning mics,
it gets no better, no it gets no better
the feel is kids turn out the lights
cause I hate half steppers and I aint your Shepard

bust your rhymes,
while I bust your fact

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