The Butcher

WAY THINGS ARE GOING

I'm still tryna get on
Eastside Sodom and Gomorrah
Good morning
Who they insult dog here to poop on
Skies grey, not poupon
Stuck 'pon lukewarm
My waters not too calm
A storm's going on
Roshomon
All the story's different sides
It's normally smiles, not the sighs, that I emphasize
Is it being too precise, to say that fighting suicide is just a part of life?

WAY THINGS ARE GOING

Don't fear the poltergeist
Yo it is every human's right to see God eating rice

CHANCES AREN'T
WAY THINGS ARE GOING

THE BUTCHER

FLESH IS WEAK

THE BUTCHER

FLESH IS MEAT

CHANCES AREN'T
WAY THINGS ARE GOING

I couldn't make it up
Yo lemme break it down, I'm always breaking up
But we be making love
And she ain't ever breaking nuts how I don't make enough
I say "good luck"
But luck ain't never trumping taking lumps
I've come to find that nothing's sacred over God forsaken months
And being men don't make us mice
But then, don't make us monks
Growing up I couldn't debunk
The Nas and Nore story 'bout the bodies in the trunk

WAY THINGS ARE GOING

"Yo where's the pussy?"
I was stumped
To then became the cat that beat the pussy while it stunk

CHANCES AREN'T
WAY THINGS ARE GOING

THE BUTCHER

FLESH IS WEAK

THE BUTCHER

FLESH IS MEAT

CHANCES AREN'T
WAY THINGS ARE GOING

Anyway I got a son
And a girl that puts me number two
She puts him number one
But that's wassup
And when we talk she teach me how to walk without a crutch
And how to walk without a strut
And recognize that sometimes people beg without a cup
I'm so excited by her touch
I'm tryna hold her tight but i'm a klutz
We building trust, but if I don't believe her I still won't leave her in the dust

WAY THINGS ARE GOING

Check the corner for a dunce
Beware the seagulls that the eagle land among

CHANCES AREN'T
WAY THINGS ARE GOING

THE BUTCHER

FLESH IS WEAK

THE BUTCHER

FLESH IS MEAT

CHANCES AREN'T
WAY THINGS ARE GOING