disturbed

disturbed are down with the sickness of G O D i know who the devil is to tempt I run around all day got tree that from G O D I work the scene in the warehouse in my blue jeans but planting the trees at the tree farm by the hanger and the nice ponds I hit the jar a fast car racing to the bar then basketball court to old to sport but the Olympics hold shorts your to short to follow instructions you wanted to borrow some broken sorrow until tomorrow I grabbed the lobster tail and had shrimp too grabbed the brew a fat bleezy and shrooms then went to the devil's tomb tho along time ago hold a grudge I bet I shove your body under the bridge or rug by tomorrow your a dead dude your wig is screwed cuz the screws loose cuz the screws loose