CRACKDOWN

Going off on a binge, tied up, throwing up
Skipping out of life instead of showing up
Escape from your problems with an 8-ball of meth
Buy you come home to find they've grown since you left

How many second chances do you need?
You should have worked for your goals
Instead of shooting speed
Like a gangrenous limb you must be amputated
Like botulized food regurgitated

Basehead on your knees on the bathroom floor
Searching for a crumb you could have spilled before
Is it any wonder that you can't cope
As you look for the dope with a microscope

A way of life that you know dawn well
We could always see your veins swell
And it seems i guess you know your fate
Shooting dope isn't all that great

Stab yourself repeatedly
Crystal jab of misery
Ask me for sympathy
Spread your toes-let's party

Why should they slave at jack in the box
They can make the rent one night selling rocks
Watch out if you're white trying to score the dope
They'd just as soon stab you as you sell some soap

But the product has a built in sales device
Cause when you come down geeking you'll pay any price
For another taste, just one more blast
Punks go to thieving, itches selling their ass

Suck slow your mouth goes numb
You're never satisfied even after a ton
Sharing your point with an ate-up slut
Sell your ass for just one bump

Hit the pipe repeadtedly
Drug induced stupidity
When will you face reality?
Inebriated constantly

Experimenting is fine, indulge your mind
I Want to taste it all while there's still time
But if you need a blast to get out of bed
You might as well quit while you're still ahead

How long you think you could live this
Lie, never living the truth
Smoke rock all the time
You got the glass pipe blues

See white flash before your eyes
As your rock up what's left
A good size chink for your weakened heart
Hit the straight with your final breath

Spread your toes-let's party

BALLISTIC

Conspiracy, alibi airtight
Kickbacks and playoffs, out of public sight

Don't raise a stink, you can only lose
At the river's bottom, wearing cement shoes


Chorus:
You think you're bad, motherfucker?
You ain't got shit in me
I can smell you a mile away
Tell tale stench of pussy
You think you're up on the game
It's time to get realistic
You're late for a date, the coffin waits
When i go ballistic

Blue lights pulling me over
Want to search my car
Rednecks in power
Pushing me too far

Drunk on corruption, brave with their gun
Safety in numbers, six against one
Scum seeking bullet, infrared scope
Blatant hypocrisy at the end of its rope

FORCES OF NATURE

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SEX CULT

Scared
No where to run
No one to trust
Ill be your friend
Come live with us
Forget all the fear
Forget all the past
Erasing your mind
Like wiping your ass

Strip
Down to the flesh
This is your test
Down on your knees
Now suck on this
Drown in my piss
My sexual slave
Pleasing the master is all that you crave

Sex Cult your body blessed to satisfy the holy
Bow down before your lord and master
Shut up silence you whore your voice annoys me

Virgin
Untouched and pure
I have the cure
And now you know
What that hole is for
Tied to a leash
All fours like a beast
Lying spread eagle you wait for the priest

Foul offering dumped
To the floor
Fecal communion for the
Sacred whore

Child
Spawn of the cult
Indoctrined result
My seed is spilled
Degradation distilled
If you only knew
What your child was put through
My cult grows stronger each load that I spew

Sex Cult your body blessed to satisfy the holy
Bow down before your lord and master
Shut up silence you whore your voice annoys me