MILLER-METEOR (Demo)

(Fast forward to 1905, Honus Wagner, the very first professional athlete EVER to endorse a brand, had his name - put on the Louisville Slugger.) I had said that I was not thinking clearly Plus the blood alcohol content, which he innoculated But I think we'd be here without the vodka Because he's drunk on control So let's create some space between his jaw and neck Let the veins drop from his brain and hang like spider webs "What happened?" Where's your perfect girl? The apprehension, it still haunts me, it makes my stomach churn Manipulation, desecration of the dead Let's purge that demon, make a fountain from his neck You can send me down, but I will bring you with Bitch, I'm riding in the Caddy with the body in the back Maple wood genuine Louisville Slugger If you're looking to do damage then you will need no other Honestly, I'd rather not go through the trouble Pick his locks off the sock that covers the barbed wire But it's the principle that leaves me feeling so adverse He'd brag about the way his affection is a curse, Take everything he wants, then he takes that life of hers 'Cause he won't hear "No" from a girl who's in a hearse Let's create some space between his ribcage and chest Hand stuck between the bones in the cold cavity to the left Thinks he's smooth, oh, he's playing dumb He knows what he's doing, he's loading the gun You can count on me to take it up another level Maddie the Destroyer, hit a homerun from your temple He says he's so confused, but it's really quite simple Lowering your pulse's tempo, got the body in the back I wanna hear his bones as they snap and crack Wanna smell his fear, it tastes metallic Can see right through your skull made of glass And when I'm wailing on you it's all the same, it breaks and cracks Blunt force trauma when I'm stepping up to bat Swing batter batter, send your head home from your neck Search your pockets for the keys to the Cadillac I'm riding in the Caddy with the body in the back.