Corey Taylor

3 years ago

Yeah When The Times are hard I know my rhymes are bars It doesn't matter how I feel I can switch it up right then on the instrumental kill And thats as real as real deal Holyfield So Chill Don't sweat the small shit Weve all dealt with pain never think that your the only one Dealing with struggles I keep it real my homies The hardest pill to swallow is realizin you aint got no fucken homies all u got is at ya home g can't exactly call yourself lonely with all the blessings in ya path homey yea a simple exchange with minimal strain a general name with venom in a frame I never could quite see the things that might be Feel free to be disgusted by the sight of me Betray my trust hell you can even lie to me This day I crush no matter what don't give a fuck about a rut I'm making ruckus outta mud your a lucky ass dude with a sucky ass mood your stomach gets full on puppy dog food you came with a tool I came with the for-ma-tion the 5 piece combination where black and blue eyes bleed I'd be raining champ if I'd compete possibly probably got to be proud of me the amount of T- I.M.E I present, i put in, I commit, I admit I have my faults yea dont we all most of all, we gon belong to the coldest song in the early morn