The Opposer

Lyrics for The Opposer

The right rolls reefer relentless The left mostly idle, the coups are granted Two-hand grip for that act of violence, senseless Fuck the good old days That's Cambodian memory sickness My memory barely flickers Between pulls of Thai stick In inclement weather, the trick is To remember you don't know shit Let me handle the big picture Kidnapped tyrants Sever the hand of King Midas to get richer If you living off reputation alone, homes Better hope they don't try to get witcha They some go-getters with go-go-gadgets like Hitler Shake you down like seasoned strippers But the dough flow uphill from John, to hoe To the bankroll of the foul mo'fucker that pimp her Sticky silky strands spins the spider sensing the sinner Never satisfied like millionaires who eat TV dinners From this range, right and wrong is Dead Ringers And they won't hesitate to pry it from out ya cold dead fingers Spoils to the victor Survival of the fitter And a stone for every sinner Spoils to the victor Survival of the fitter And a stone for every sinner Spoils to the victor Survival of the fitter And a stone for every sinner Spoils to the victor Survival of the fitter And a stone for every sinner Spoils to the victor Survival of the fitter And a stone for every sinner Spoils to the victor Survival of the fitter And a stone for every sinner Spoils to the victor Survival of the fitter And a stone for every sinner The people you think you admire? They wouldn't piss if you was on fire The piff is mango papaya Grimacing off that 50 stolen naya Willing seller? Willing buyer Hand of God crowns the King of Liars He ain't even want the job, but they already had a Messiah So I'm psyching you moments before the toast gets fired Yeah, I threw him a line, but it was barbed-wire Hard white, took him right out the frying pan Put his ass in the fire Bearer of bad news like damn, they got your supplier Trap going ham my man, you in the deep fryer Rest assured, it's part of his plan The entire thing is quite inspired I'll quote scriptures, singing choirs Patron saint of grifters, flows pious A bet that always lose An offer you can't refuse, a bet that always lose An offer you can't refuse, a bet that always lose And just like Sisyphus, there's always rocks to move