Nil By Mouth

[Intro]
Nothing ever seems to get right, huh?
But we're married
You're always gone and I'm all alone at night
But we're married

[Verse 1: billy woods]
World eater, reaper
Feed a cold, starve a fever
Leader to unbelievers, but next to these brothers, I'm sounding like a preacher
Next to these niggas, I'm looking like Madiba
Your god died when they dammed Kariba
Goddamn Rhodesia
Armand Hammer acetonе and ether
A fistful of dollars, Ebenеzer squeeze 'em
In order to be free, I knew I needed to leave her
Baldwin in Paris, my mind wanders, y'all might need a visa
Don't lose yourself out here, it's finders keepers
Crocodiles weeping while they eat your salty tears, all the sweeter
Friday night lights, cannibals fill the bleachers
Read 'em they last rites, feed 'em to the creature
Feed the monster, feed the meter
Might do a couple few features
Dead of night, open the deep freezer, bathed in light
My days is short like December in Geneva
Every day's a heist, carpe diem
Crazy gas, low mileage
I can't tell you the number, I have to dial it
I can't tell you how to get there, but you can ride with (Uh)
Taste foul, but still ate like an alligator smiling
I can't tell you the number, I have to dial it
(The number you dialed is not a working number)
I have to dial it

[Verse 2: E L U C I D]
World eater
Could've left these micron dons and don divas define the lion-hearted
Don't get me started
Self-made martyrs, drew self within margins
Armand Hammer uncommon carnage
Iran-Contra cadence, psychic karmic violence
One-drop rule at the Radiotron
Negro clash, how low can a punk get?
"Chump," he said, "no fatigues and sneakers"
Tattered-edge denim draped like pussy willow
Went to sleep and dreamed of exploding beepers
For who soever believe
Wrong arm of the law, the reaper's reaching
Been on a first-name basis with devils that hex correctly
Your power's intermittent
The flow like remote-control lightning
I dice peppers and ginger, choking on Moonbow
Future shock, boom, the room go
Off everybody
See the van cycling, sickling
Guaranteed make 'em jump like Rod Strickland
My days long like June in Helsinki
The cat leg broke simply
My gold fronts fell behind the radiator
You can't pay me later

[Outro]
Everything's wrong
Nothing ever seems to get right, huh?
But we're married
You're always gone and I'm all alone at night
But we're married
All I've got to look forward to is