GREENIN OUT IN THE SUN I SHOULD PROBABLY TAKE THE LAST HIT AND RUN CALLED THE KETTLE BLACK ONLY HERE TO BLOW OF STEAM PREACHING NO EXCUSES WHILE I MAKE SOME STUFFING BLACK MOLD IN THE MAIN LUNG I CAN SMELL MY FATE THEY GONNA RID A PLATE NO ONE NOTICED I WAS LICKING MY LIPS LIKE A LOCUST /lyr