spex - writerz block pt. 2 Put your fists where your mouth isOr get my fists in your mouthpiece..Jaw moving like your voice's overdubedThe poisionous toungue spitting poisionous ones..One room filled with heaps of laundryTwo hands willing to clean 'em all andA mindstate set to jus' sleep till morningHoping I'll have time to clean my closetAnother day in the week, when and if I ever get the feeling for itSo far, I've got opponents reachin' for that bleach and dyeBleeding, weeping, left behind me like my weekend lifeMy lifestyle's too hectic, I gotta find some peace of mindA constant stress consumption bleachin' out my eager eyesThoughts seem tangled up like wrangled socksSessions spent spittin' drunken knowledgeWaking up the morning after to laugh it off andRealize, while dressing, my clothes are sunked in bottled homageLike fuck tomorrow, don't dare tell me to adress my piles, shitThe basket's not half full, it's half empty....as long as you hand me something heavy so I can pressurize it..The same old postersThrowin' up the same old poses..Word of mouthPeople spitting without thinking what they really learnin' outTill peeps starts to wonder what's this itty bitty fuzz's aboutA whisper's only a whisper till someone turns and blurts it outTransforming it into what everybody already heard aboutand what my parents shoulda never have known- Why don't just go and tell 'em now?mer ja hittar i .txt filer på datan som aldrig kommer bli nå mer, holla!