How do I feel
I feel as if nothing is real bringing me to a kneeling position beginning to seal, see?
It's a position I'm fixed in
Call me the bitter boxer cause it sucks after I hit a lick
Like a pot full of piss
A mop full of shit
The blade of a guillotine drop on a wrist
That fillets your lawn pork back bacon then lays it on a grill with a pop and a hiss
You swung back with all your backbone but it did not hit it missed
Then death lays you to rest with a thoughtful little kiss
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How do I feel
I feel as if nothing is real bringing me to a kneeling position beginning to seal, see?
It's a position I'm fixed in
Call me the bitter boxer cause it sucks after I hit a lick
Like a pot full of piss
A mop full of shit
The blade of a guillotine drop on a wrist
That fillets your lawn pork back bacon then lays it on a grill with a pop and a hiss
You swung back with all your backbone but it did not hit it missed
Then death lays you to rest with a thoughtful little kiss
I feel as if nothing is real bringing me to a kneeling position beginning to seal, see?
It's a position I'm fixed in
Call me the bitter boxer cause it sucks after I hit a lick
Like a pot full of piss
A mop full of shit
The blade of a guillotine drop on a wrist
That fillets your lawn pork back bacon then lays it on a grill with a pop and a hiss
You swung back with all your backbone but it did not hit it missed
Then death lays you to rest with a thoughtful little kiss