Live On (Breathe Smoke) Lyrics

Possessed, just a poor devil who spun the record backwards

Heard absurd cursed words. Shit, piss, damn awoken an evil that thins herds

Look an ogre that gets nerds. Omega Moo spit a sick verse,

Random shit, Wolfmans got nards trying to jack Bobby Hills Purse

Haversack body bag rapper pistol packing preacher kid

Grew up on the backroads with my droogs and lunatics off the grid

An outlaw with a guitar, the bard sings outta tune

I drink and scream at the moon, I'm not alone I'm a loon

Momentos hang on the walls of my room, Relics of grim make me grin

Got amulets that can conjoure your doom, Taxidermey Templeton too

Evil I am, love your soul I'll consume

Was told only to brag in your raps, so nobodies stopping me soon

A pound of flesh paid for the crimes committed

These days Shamoo be like the fat kid from IT, we get it

They always said he was such a nice dude, definitely wont hurt us

But piss him off, the bloke will fuck with your camp and hope like Tony Perkis

We move on, must go on

Still continue to breathe smoke

In this world with no hope

Demonic with triple six's on your wrists, you're edgy we get it

Either way The Ripper will hit this, intimidate, eliminate any witness

The weeping widower, bag over the head, choked

Cold dead, stairing out the attic window like Black Christmas

Society wont miss us, We going broke with no hope

Apathetic, Don't care for real, I take this shit all as a joke

Coffin nails from the many packs that I smoke

Firebreathing, brass knuckle dragging, Tropicana Whoop-ass

Dead body on the wagon, Skin and bone, Clue

Shake, rattle and roll, I come on the face of danger, bitch

Can't stand the lot of you hoes, You rappers are prostitutes

Good for nothing, They be on the internet stalking you, dog

Play misty for me, Watching your constant move

Thug pits and bad tempers, cut the arms of these deaf leppards

Peter picked a peck of pickled doomsday preppers

Don't fuck with a Muppet, Come up behind you

Hand deliver the black spot, Billy Bones it's me, Blind Pew

We live on, Must go on

Still continue to breathe smoke

In their world with no hope

Darkness is the light

And everything's gonna be alright

Pancreatic, Redrum, Doctor Sleep's cat

I'm Jack Torrance with an axe, Die hard won

Like to barefoot run through broken glass

Yippee ki yay, mother fucker

Drive-thru, I serve you bitches

Place marigolds on the porch, to ward off the witches

I've been to Camp Crystal Lake after dark, and it rained

In those days, moved with a cane, sure it was another walk in the park

Life's a beach, dog I swam with the sharks, been to Jamacia, seen voodoo in Haiti

Telling them tales like Big Fish, they think that I'm crazy, that may be

Just spitting the fact with a cynical laugh, a maniacal grin on the chin

Drag you under, calamity, nobody wins

Ripper shit, He meaner than a grinch and aint afraid to gut a fish

I'm like the white Brotha Lynch, Leave it at that

They're voices in my head, and I'll never hear the end of it

Psychotic artist off the meds like Billy Chenowith

A righteous path the wrath chose, A dark rose

The only promised land I know is in the shadows

We belong, Must go on

Still continue to breathe smoke

In this world with no hope

Darkness is the light

And everything's gonna be alright