Lyrics:
Braid Minuet

forget it calibrate and red tag said he had one in the bag i've got it insatiable hunger anger hides two in the eyes never will forget minuet never had

Everyone around shout oh, oh It's about to go down oh, no Next time you wanna talk smack, oh, oh Prepare for me to smack back, oh, no How you come off

Got a nervous kind of feeling Got a painful yellow headache Every picture in every magazine's turned real Every face looks out and screams at me too real

Traces of my bloodtype Was found at the scene of the crime I didn't mean to blow that hoe god I didn't mean to blow that stupid hoe god But yo, ye

Beautiful days are long gone I can't seem to breath Feels like it hasn't been that long Since you walked away from me Now I can try to act real strong

(feat. B1, (MF) Grimm) Ninety-five, keep it live Yeah to make papers, knahmsayin? Motherfuckin Kool G. Rap and B1 and my motherfuckin man Grimm Just

1. Everybody's getting religion Everybody's leaving town How do I get to the World Trade Centre Well, Mister, it's just two blocks down Tunnel vision

Translation: I must. S.i.b. (Swelling Itching Brain).

Translation: Foo Fighters. My Poor Brain.