Bleed On

Maybe being the scientific expert he is
His precision like movements and perfect timing show years of rigid training

This is Deluxe and in today's topic
We'll be discussing sunsets, string beans
And more particularly women's most dreaded inner conflict
PMS

Faced to the blank of the white paper
My beans are boiling its an hearthquacker
See hot sauce drowning is the sensation
Of my body rocking up and building in tension

It burns my flesh and steals my sleep
Razzles my bones within real deep
Fully conscient but still there's nothing to do
I'm plainly ill

Razing the crowd with a pink fister
Beast on the lose, its a Ballbreaker
Cockroach crawling up and down mansion
This is but a major zee transformation

Cussing it out through dem blue teeth
A minute to laugh, ten to go weep
Monsterocious appeal, there's nothing to do
I'm plainly ill

Bleed on
Find that syndrome
That silly syndrome
Bleed on

Bleed on
Find that syndrome
That silly syndrome
Bleed on

Going on a number four
I declare hormonal war
And gently turn into a dark witch

You can ring the danger red alarm
Her loins are 'bout to spit an arm
Confiscate the mike from the ditch

I'll dully lie
And contemplate the wreck I so despise
The guilty tension it implies
Cant seem to let the feeling die

Bleed on
Find that syndrome
That silly syndrome
Bleed on

Bleed on
Find that syndrome
That silly syndrome
Bleed on

Bleed on
Find that syndrome
That silly syndrome
Bleed on

Bleed on
Find that syndrome
That silly syndrome
Bleed on

Bleed on
Find that syndrome
That silly syndrome
Bleed on

Bleed on
Find that syndrome
That silly syndrome
Bleed on