Croc Killers 2

Stone by stone 'til you belong
Forced your face, strange and strong
Hold my voice in your lungs
Moon mugs linger
Circle 'round and out the ring
Play out with me 'til you're done
Hand pumping
Off and shooting up their score
It's less than what you had in mind
Big time dummy, egg-wet
There's a pagan in the hole
Dim, dark, dense and highly right
Coca-Cola, old pink
Your morning's on the squash
Separate a pit one-on-one

King cram monster
Rag tooth on the ball for the
Mass ela-la-lation
Look out, fister, useless
Sleeping on the job
Tooth by, by tooth, we've become
Head spies, baby
Truth turns
A needle in the sand
Share no fix 'cause there's just one
Twelve-time loser banging on
On another's drum