Tour de Force Lyrics

Shall we begin? cavalry sent, battles intense

Separate fake from real, cowards from men

Lost friends oh well they bailed keep to myself

We'll compare our failures when I see you in Hell

Fuck fuck it I'm dead, flesh covered in red

Needed dough now I'm shoved in a oven like bread

When it's all said and done hope I've done what I said

And worth blood that I bled plus the gun to my head

Say perfect's the enemy of good I keep my enemies close

Approach perfect with venomous flows and it shows

How I've grown to expose these supposed composers

So explosive I blow up you posers yo

Tales from the crypt nails through my wrist

Tough shit, only way to really fail is to quit

Reason I exist still up for debate

All I know is fans scream when I fuck up a stage

Little slight dip in my tour de force

Little side dish in my smorgasbord

Awards adorn whose more deformed

Born poor in a storm on the morgue floor

Little slight dip in my tour de force

Little side dish in my smorgasbord

Awards adorn whose more deformed

Born poor in a storm on the morgue floor

More I get to know less I do what I'm told

Sick of foes trying to dull my luminous soul

Continued to grow, Hom fought nonstop onslaught

Searched through dirt till the dirt turned Comstock

Lost though brain traded for sheer guts

Planes spraying shit crib covered in weird dust

They fear us, fed cancer through ear buds

Beer mug catch rain drained from my tear duct

Truth banned from the news stand huge plan

Every call I gets spam or a new scam

New strand at the drug spot come cop

Ads at the bus stop "Get Your Free Blood Clot"

Stay alert, mad devious times

Went in for a headache medic said it's cheaper to die

Cheaper to lie, be advised these are the signs

Of demise, end times good and evil collide

Little slight dip in my tour de force

Little side dish in my smorgasbord

Awards adorn whose more deformed

Born poor in a storm on the morgue floor

Little slight dip in my tour de force

Little side dish in my smorgasbord

Awards adorn whose more deformed

Born poor in a storm on the morgue floor