My Gift To You; Earache My Eye

There you are my precious
Not long ago
Hiding behind the shadows
Of your broken soul
Why is it always you want something you can never have?
Why did you you try to tell me?
How could you be this way.

Your throat, I take grasp
Can you feel the pain?
Then your eyes roll back
Can you feel the pain?
Love racing through my veins
Can't you feel the pain?
Your heart stops beating
Can't you feel the pain
Black orgasms
Can't you feel the pain
I kiss your lifeless skin
Can't you feel the pain.

There you are my precious
With your broken soul
Rubbing my crotch, elated
Taking control
Why is it always
You fuck up something you have always had
Why'd you try to tell me
How could you be so cold?

Your throat, I take grasp
Can you feel the pain?
Then your eyes roll back
Can you feel the pain?
Love racing through my veins
Can't you feel the pain?
Your heart stops beating
Can't you feel the pain
Black orgasms
Can't you feel the pain
I kiss your lifeless skin
Can't you feel the pain.

Here I am, just a man
Feeling the pain, gives me life
Relieving us is my plan
I'd do anything to see through your eyes
Just to see through your lies.

I hate you, Can you feel the pain?
Can't you feel the pain?
I hate you, Can you feel the pain?

Your throat, I take grasp
Can you feel the pain?
Then your eyes roll back
Can you feel the pain?
Love racing through my veins
Can't you feel the pain?
Your heart stops beating
Can't you feel the pain
Black orgasms
Can't you feel the pain
I kiss your lifeless skin
Can't you feel the pain.

[Cheech Marin:]
Dun nun nun
Dun nun nun
Dun Dun Dun

Odale! (O-da-le)

My Momma talk to me
Try to tell me how to live.

But I don't listen to her
'Cos my head is like a sieve.

My daddy, he disowned me
'Cos I wear my sisters clothes.

He caught me in the bathroom
With a pair of pantyhose.

My basketball coach
He just kick me off the team.

For wearing high heels sneakers
And acting like a queen.

Gonna tie my pecker to a tree to a tree
Gonna tie my pecker to a tree to a tree
Gonna tie his pecker to a tree.

Get your boogie off
Go Head
The world is coming to an end and I don't give a dam.

As long as I have my bitch
Oh I'm a fuck you.

It don't bother me, if people think I'm funny
'Cos I'm a big rock star, and I make lots of money
Money, money, money...

Are you talking petsos?

Money, ka ching
Ha, ha, ha
Lots of money
I'm so bloody rich.

Lots of money
Lots of motherfucking money
I get looks.

Ha, ha, ha

I own shopping centres, parking lots
And stocks, and all that shit.

Ha, ha, ha
I own you, ha, you too, you three
For me, he he, oh oh.

Get your groove off
Let's bring it back one more time Jonathan
Jonathan on them drums, getting ever slower
More grooving, slow that shit down
Crazy slow, come on, death, right here, slow, ah
Don't give a fuck, break it out
You even know, Boy George is on heroin
We don't give a fuck
Rick James is in the crack house
I'm fucking paying, that's all that matters
Ha, ha, ha, ha, aahh, ha, ha, ha.

The bomb is a fucking in the house
Loco! Ooooh aahhh oooo
Gimme some.