Gore Elohim - R.I.E.M. lyrics

(J-Merk intro verse) The two dirtiest drop you off of the gurney quick Life is a journey we playing with full chips Not asking anybody for sh**, you can get a mafia hit f** around we separating your skin Ready for biz, even if it means im dying to live Destined for sin since I needed oxygen to exist, GOTTA WIN Put the ox to a brick,LETS GET RICH! And you ain't bout' sh** if you ain't up on this! ................................................... (Goretex verse) Bigger aspirations like try'na hammer the vatican Hit the pope with catheters cuttin' his throat immaculate Acrimony in bandages stuffin' the coke in sandwiches I get work soft, feeding these girls laxatives Cla**ic like 88' maximus, see you mad at us? See me in the lobby with bags, straight scandalous Im in the porsche with bricks, the corner store kids Cult runnin' deformed wigs, the mark of a TRUE PLAYA I got my newest arrest, rockin my blue gators Only f** with bad hoes that do favors Stuffin 40 ox's in her p**y like she do in vegas Deposit slips, on stove tops and promises I solve my problems by cooking the raw moderate Some drug mills,goons hungry we DIE FAMOUS GET MONEY, foam posites and baby satans .......................................................... (J-Merk verse 1) Man fu*k all these b**hes and, f** all the clicks you claim Ya b**h she gave me brain, I play the game on her any day Your bullets ricochet,penetrate AND KILL THE MAINFRAME You been a lame, this ain't a thang, peace to maintain, Peace to goretex and k**a kane,peace to motherf**in brenk, Joey mon, jinx and milo, everyday we lightin' cigarillos ALL BROCCOLI Peace to kamakazi and lukazi,from mazerattis to ducatis this is hard body Aleister crowley in the audi, yea ya chick she gon' slob me "do what thou wilt "Without vomiting,occult followings Exalted NEVER following, they all honor me And pay homage to the honesty of false prophecies Tryna' hijack the lottery for my monopoly, divine comedy, YEA... ............................................................ (chorus) Im just tryna' get my money right, from the east to tha muthaf**in westside (westside) tryna' show you that im on the grind, stack chips, f** b**hes Money on my mind, YEA X2 .............................................................. (J-Merk verse 2) IM from the city where ya parents leave ya home alone The home of al capone,The wind chill is cooler Taught you how to skip school, ferris buellers in the zone We invented basketball, im D.ROSE on the throne Seen it all in the GO,i got nowhere else to go I call the sh** my home cuz its the only thing I know Bury me in montrose when its time to go Honor the flow, until then I can't be em Carpe diem, not a mausoleum, Freshest at the funeral From head to toe, its usual,feelin' like a criminal The home of john gacy, my hate breeds when im k**in' them Taking they riches, givin, b**hes this penicillin in a hostel She may be a goddess but tonight,SHES MY APOSTLE I face f** her mouth,cuz she loves it psychological! ................................................................. (outro chorus) ..................................................................