Pigface - Insect / Suspect

Trump for prison

Thumb through the coins - spill the gas - take a whiff

Pick a cause - check you're watch - take a risk - strike a match

The stitching in you're pocket won't hold - shake a fist

Run a chase - check the list - take a blow too the face

Stinger insects, stacked up subject

Shot too the leg, never looking for a suspect

Eyes too the conflict, run across the grass quick

Insect inject, back too the subtext

Second and ten, never less than perfect

It never fails, when the flag turns black

Through the skin of a convict, born too harass

Setting fire too the flag, but the thing never ends it

Beg for the scraps - stack 'em on - steal a gun

Load 'em up - no lead? - skip a loop just for fun

So you want too be sicker or just sick? - take you're pick

Check the box - know the talk - find a window - throw a rock

Stinger insects, stacked up subject

Shot too the leg, never looking for a suspect

Eyes too the conflict, run across the grass quick

Insect inject, back too the subtext

Second and ten, never less than perfect

It never fails, when the flag turns black

Through the skin of a convict, born too harass

Setting fire too the flag, but the thing never ends it

So hot too look lost - show the tag - what's it cost?

Suck it in - spit it out - cinch the noose - end the doubt

Sleep in you're dreams - ask you're friends what it means

Find the gaps overlaps who you are in between

Grab like a kid - pack you're bags - slam the lid

Take a hit off the smoke that you already choke

Like a dog you just scratch for an answer too anything

Answer for everything - buried in lies

Stinger insects, stacked up subject

Shot too the leg, never looking for a suspect

Eyes too the conflict, run across the grass quick

Insect inject, back too the subtext

Second and ten, never less than perfect

It never fails, when the flag turns black

Through the skin of a convict, born too harass

Setting fire too the flag, but the thing never ends it

Stinger insects, stacked up subject

Shot too the leg, never looking for a suspect

Eyes too the conflict, run across the grass quick

Insect inject, back too the subtext

Second and ten, never less than perfect

It never fails, when the flag turns black

Through the skin of a convict, born too harass

Setting fire too the flag, but the thing never ends it

See the ugly one in - let the insects win

Retching pregnant bride - when the insects win