Extra Kool - X Marks the Spot lyrics

(Extra Kool) (Let me get a boca burger with extra bacon) (Extra Kool) Being straight edge ain't easy but its fun for the girls We feed them rufies and downers just to watch their heads swirl (Time) Sometimes we get a kiss on the cheek but nothing that leaves our lips moist And the not having s** part isnt by choice Now I wouldn't go that far to tattoo x's on my hands But this permanent markers fading and that thing spinning is my only fan I don't want a sip peer pressures for high schoolers I'm not thirsty not even for a wine cooler Had to deal with reality since my alveoli sacks filled Stressed out both my eyes feeling cracked out and swelled But I still see things I and obey if they ask me to follow Pa**ed out like a transient hugging a Zima bottle I smoke with my second hand using neither my left or my right (Yo don't even ask me for a light) Things get intense, when i ignite a nag champa and get sh**faced from the incense (Yo is this guy sober) I'm positive like my breathalyzer Running red lights and octagons and I'm your designated driver (Kool) Smile for me please you make me wanna taste your suicide Just an ugly set of teeth, little boy sad with an epileptic lifestyle (Time) Been engaged for a while now my wife's denial Were planning on having kids I'm gonna name him Justin Love Just in case I have to pull this plug and unscrew my smile from their face (Kool) I'm tired of being mommies little monster the black sheep Hopelessly straight edge and no one knows these limbs are too damn cheap God's a sheep and I think it's time we dodge these lullabies Hands on heads the holes are centered And now's the time for everything to die, must I try? But her bruises are just so damn tasty I only want her hands in my heart, so why does she hate me? I only took advantage when her legs fell off I celebrated with a Curly shuffle And a stomach full of rocks. I am Jack's colon, I get cancer and k** Jack Well that about sums it up, it use to be the handcuffs But what about the bullets in the back? (Extra Kool) Being straight edge ain't easy but it's fun for the girls We feed them rufies and downers just to watch their heads swirl (Time) Sometimes we get a kiss on the cheek but nothing that leaves our lips moist And the not having s** part isn't by choice (Kool) The enemy is Syphilis, it's just a Grimy contribution Time is the amphetamine, smiles as the head gently starts to loosen Mr. Crispy Extra Kool, the silent half of Optik Fusion Pardon me, but I'm pretty sure my head has already abandoned my body It's go time, and these groggy frames are starting to make me feel naughty Like here kitty, kitty, if only you'd let me in, please? I'm just a broken heart sparked, the one who loves to watch the knees bleed Feed me huh! because I'm getting a little anxious (You're just not fun any more) That's just because these veins show no traces goodness Gracious, how could I let the cigarette burns spark my interest? The straighter the edge the more the wall paper turns These works are a product of deep breaths Intense yes, but that's just the way the cookie crumbles Oh how silly of me please come and tempt d**h Won't you come and taste my disease These words are k**ing me softly So there's no time to watch me crumble I don't want to play connect the dots with the track marks And this addiction is already causing me enough trouble And now it's time to let the angel out of the closet Because I'm tired of him taunting me The cat is out of the bag, so now it's time to k** the little kitty So no matter what the addiction I'll always remain faithful These are my favorite horns spewed from a grimy tongue spoken through fables (Time) 8 gla**es a day whether its tap water or river 8 packs a day whether it's for your lungs or liver Skipping through alleys, talking to myself sober as hell Following track marks for miles, skiing down noses Cause it's up to the government if d** are in style Put nicotine in my gum and liquor stores on my corner In the couch potatoes inject dumb and call the coroner The television hides the drink, while the billboards advertise national disorder (Time and Kool) We don't smoke but the pollution'll probably give us emphysema Ah f** it let's go attack and tap that keg of Zima