Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
Tool
Now that I know what gets you,
I have the weapon,
I have you in check.
You won't make a move,
Lest I should allow you to.
But you're always in check.
I will keep putting out words
Till I've gotten the best of you.
Till physical confrontation is made.
I will keep pulling at the
Cord that I've struck.
Seeing just how far I can go with you,
Until I've gone too far
And someone has to intervene.
Until even I feel I've gone so far
That I become disgusted with myself.
Or until this game gets boring.
April 20, 2005
Suge
I have the weapon,
I have you in check.
You won't make a move,
Lest I should allow you to.
But you're always in check.
I will keep putting out words
Till I've gotten the best of you.
Till physical confrontation is made.
I will keep pulling at the
Cord that I've struck.
Seeing just how far I can go with you,
Until I've gone too far
And someone has to intervene.
Until even I feel I've gone so far
That I become disgusted with myself.
Or until this game gets boring.
April 20, 2005
Suge
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