Allow me to introduce my ugly
ass backwards tongue, but I can’t front – it’s lovely.
Collecting disposable income and funding
to shotgun this agenda on an unsuspecting public.
My postmodern pre-mortem
distorted form of semi-sorta stardom:
PFA pioneers the art form
pissin’ you off with the heart of the problem.
Sparks in the darkness got me a little shine
for the ugly deep inside of my gut.
Now all of a sudden, blind alchemist wannabes
wanna see me breathe diamonds from rust.
In line with lead teeth hopin’ to bite
Houdini for free with gold in their eyes;
never done a paid show they whole life,
but can’t wait to post MySpace photos holdin’ a mic!
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What I use in the battle for the mind,
battle for the mind, battle for your mind,
battle for your mind, battle for your mind!
Don’t ask me how long I been writin’ for;
either you got it, or you just don’t know.
I’m pressured coal, so fuck gold,
signed in bold type. My flow is so tight
like tied-wrist and throat slit,
thrown down a hole in Gitmo with no light.
Murder for peace is no dice – United States of Israel
bombin’ hospitals in Lebanon with no right.
Logically ridiculous – hypocrites killin’ women in clinics claimin’ pro-life.
Don’t believe the hype!
The cross was a coat hanger – god’s late term abortion.
Back alley of Calvary, foldin’ knife,
promised land out of focus, no Moses in sight.
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What I use in the battle for the mind,
battle for the mind, battle for your mind,
battle for your mind, battle for your mind!
Lyrics to “Coat Hangar 18” written by Jared Paul, for Prayers For Atheists, originally released on Strange Famous Records.