The Medicine

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 get mine And make this crowd climb Grab grenades with your Coke spoon 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 fucker 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 ain't your Shepard Bust your rhymes While I bust your fact