In regards to the meaning of this song:
Before a live performance on the EP Five Stories Falling, Geoff states “It’s about the last time I went to visit my grandmother in Columbus, and I saw that she was dying and it was the last time I was going to see her. It is about realizing how young you are, but how quickly you can go.”
That’s the thing about Geoff and his sublime poetry, you think it’s about one thing, but really it’s about something entirely different. But the lyrics are still universal and omnipresent, ubiquitous, even. So relatable. That’s one thing I love about this band. I also love their live performances, raw energy and Geoff’s beautiful, imperfectly perfect vocals. His voice soothes my aching soul.
[Necro]
Check this shit, bitch
For all you slime buckets
All over the land
Peep it
Dancin on your grave like Boris, nigga
I'll rip you up, leave you in the desert till the vultures strip your corpse
And rape your fuckin wife, until my dick is soft
Till the flesh is peelin off
I'm a devil concealed in cloth
What! What! Or get stabbed what the fuck?
You got a whole in ya stomach, so plug it up
Wit a cork, you dork
Lots of blood loss, Red Cross, couldn't help ya dead balls, cut his head off
Brutal, sadistic, the only way
I'll be remembered after I'm dismembered
And my balls decay, a rap legend
For the aggresionary session
My inventions of tention are powerful progression
It's time, for sick rhymes, lunatic lines
Hit ya mind like it's someone's Tec 9
To those that shove clips in glocks
You step up to me wit a weapon, you'll be reppin
Ya click in a box
[Chorus]
The most sadistic!
You think not? You might get shot?
Put em in a box! We ain't playin
We ain't rhymin for nuttin
Yo the shit is alive, lemme tell you somethin
If you go against me, I'm a bring it to you
Got a crew of psychopaths that'll stab you up too
Now say violence, violence, death, death
Yo there ain't nuttin left to say the shit's fresh
[Ill Bill]
I kill, you could be my latest victim
I'll take a shit on your grave and make you sniff it
Piss on your bitches tits and make you lick it
Fuckin faggot! You probably fucked 100 faggots
You a gay thug that love jail and love gettin ya
Ass ripped, come around here, actin hardcore?
You never did dirt, you gonna get your ass hurt
Pull up your pink skirt, your pink panties
Get ya wig damaged, go eat a dick sandwich
I can't stand this motherfucker, make the bitch
Vanish from the planet, I'll eat you like a ton
Of granite, get your blood splattered, face bashed
In, you can't win, I'll stab you in the head wit
Shishkabob sticks, while watchin mob flicks
Nasty like armpits, when I be suckin of your Moms tits, she's my bitch, get off my dick
Tell the bitch to stop callin my crib,
Why? She say you want to kill the bitch
Smokin green coke, walkin down the street, flossin
The free clothes doper than Special K explodin in
The fiends nose
[Chorus]
Check this shit, bitch
For all you slime buckets
All over the land
Peep it
Dancin on your grave like Boris, nigga
I'll rip you up, leave you in the desert till the vultures strip your corpse
And rape your fuckin wife, until my dick is soft
Till the flesh is peelin off
I'm a devil concealed in cloth
What! What! Or get stabbed what the fuck?
You got a whole in ya stomach, so plug it up
Wit a cork, you dork
Lots of blood loss, Red Cross, couldn't help ya dead balls, cut his head off
Brutal, sadistic, the only way
I'll be remembered after I'm dismembered
And my balls decay, a rap legend
For the aggresionary session
My inventions of tention are powerful progression
It's time, for sick rhymes, lunatic lines
Hit ya mind like it's someone's Tec 9
To those that shove clips in glocks
You step up to me wit a weapon, you'll be reppin
Ya click in a box
[Chorus]
The most sadistic!
You think not? You might get shot?
Put em in a box! We ain't playin
We ain't rhymin for nuttin
Yo the shit is alive, lemme tell you somethin
If you go against me, I'm a bring it to you
Got a crew of psychopaths that'll stab you up too
Now say violence, violence, death, death
Yo there ain't nuttin left to say the shit's fresh
[Ill Bill]
I kill, you could be my latest victim
I'll take a shit on your grave and make you sniff it
Piss on your bitches tits and make you lick it
Fuckin faggot! You probably fucked 100 faggots
You a gay thug that love jail and love gettin ya
Ass ripped, come around here, actin hardcore?
You never did dirt, you gonna get your ass hurt
Pull up your pink skirt, your pink panties
Get ya wig damaged, go eat a dick sandwich
I can't stand this motherfucker, make the bitch
Vanish from the planet, I'll eat you like a ton
Of granite, get your blood splattered, face bashed
In, you can't win, I'll stab you in the head wit
Shishkabob sticks, while watchin mob flicks
Nasty like armpits, when I be suckin of your Moms tits, she's my bitch, get off my dick
Tell the bitch to stop callin my crib,
Why? She say you want to kill the bitch
Smokin green coke, walkin down the street, flossin
The free clothes doper than Special K explodin in
The fiends nose
[Chorus]
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