Sleep Bitch
Stout
Sleep, count bodies not sheep. Go to sleep little creeps. Nighty night bye-bye.
It's a thin line don't deviate, you're dancing with the devil and you're playing with fate, you don't know me, not the me that was the me that is I'm the noxious gas that will kill your kids, lay them on their backs, turn their souls to black, in the small of my back the Pachmayr's packed, to help you with those Z's 45 ACP.
The Sandman cometh it's time for sleep. Sleep bitch, sleep bitch, sleep.
Blood is boiling blazing hot, on the hunt, till you are caught and taught, straight hood black hearted No Good ... are obligated, to inoculate you, middle finger, flat line erase you.
Put down this blasphemy, heretical, machine vibrating therapy, agape, ladylove, nina mists the air, with blood, shadow of death, a soldier, up on your neck, submit, boot in your back, piss soaked face, teeth broke off, at the base, wrong script, wrong time, wrong place, a six ft. ditch awaits.
7.62mm, pain - pain, I must bid you Auf Wiedersehen. Nighty-night bye - bye, time to die.
Sleep.
Never a friend, sink or swim stroke bitch. With the, with the, with the fishes float ... nighty-night bye - bye.
