For better or worse, the money's always in the hands of the men who wanna meddle
Who wanna give you something to see
It's so hard to please with so many lives on the line and nobody in the middle
When the countdowns come around 1 after 2 after 3
I know what I know because I never second-guess checking messages of bias
About the wives supplying the beats
The taste of blood is the taste of plagiarized lines from the minds of messiahs
You gotta justify the means cause everybody only sleeps face down on the streets
The threat of the brunt of the heel of the box is gonna come down on you
Now there's nothing more that I can say or I can do cause it's gonna come through
For better or worse, I've given everything I've got to the church of never trying
Nobody posts their notes on the door
From coast to coast there's no disappointment even close to the hope of never dying
When the countdowns come around 1 after 2 after 3 after 4
If it all starts stopping somewhere soon that's something that shouldn't come as surprise
If it all keeps going on and on forever I wouldn't believe but I wouldn't mind, if everything was gonna be all right
The threat of the brunt of the heel of the box is gonna come down on you
Now there's nothing more that I can say or I can do
You know the threat of the brunt of the heel of the box is gonna come down
And you're gonna let it come through
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