Derek D: It’s like something deep inside was the catalyst/ Brave to the bone, blame it on the tone of the catho-/ -lick this wound, say something wrong and she’ll grab a grip/ rip this strip from skull (musth activated)/ teacher teacher! bitch you left me with a bald spot/ bet you didn’t know that it was all in the plot/ bet you didn’t know that I’d be callin’ the shots somehow and that some day/ I would beat all of the awe awe awe odds/ Oddly enough she was a fighter from a weak fibre/ Probably been stuffed with that cheap kind, 4th grade – resigned/ Nothing to sweat, the numb phenomena promised enough times that she would be fine/ Age 14, straight off the green vine/ but whom ever assigned the main rival to be wine? / and her feet climb as her decline/ will lead her to a beating by the giant like fee fi fo

Derek D: Man, I heard she tied the knot at night time/ Bun in the oven, so she runs from the sun cause them ride in sin/ little lady pussy foot in the lime light/ but eyes locked tight on the getaway – flight to a better day/ “C'est la Vie” they tellin’, she managed to abandon the family/ “Je suis Mary” in the chest, the depression… she carries it/ Perilous! This air is under pressure/ Prayin’ all day then all night until the beads fall off, cause the beef is raw, can’t even say I’m sorry/ a bit of pacing then she faces god/ she hopes it erases her problems/ but so far from it/ That it hit just when it all plummets, swimming down the john so she calls it shit/ this marriage is a miscarriage, fist to lip and there it is/ kids cryin’ in the corner begging for pops stop/ It’s kind of at a boiling point and she’s best to drop, uutcome: livin’ through it, feelin’ a bit of endurance/ I’d never send her a single question because she is Mary

Shan VdP: On that tear drop paradise-lost in itself/ She was happy with the song and the sun she was viewing/ (the sun she was viewing the sun she was viewing)/ they didn’t have much, and they laughed with their health/ but the whispers in the wind said a war was a brewin’/ (a war was a brewin’, a war was a brewin’)/ From a family of nine, she was forced to grow fast/ gotta get a man to uphold the fam’s caste/ by the age of nineteen she had met the perfect match/ but her folks won’t approve, so she went and ate glass/ that stirred the leaves on the tree to say the least/ but they eventually would wed and both parties would agree/ two nose-rings and five seeds down the line/ it was time to pack up and leave it all behind/ the nights watchmen was out, and the flames mark the innings/ plus ‘Black July’ only seemed like the beginning/ papa have to leave overseas to get the cheese/ so she had to oversee the scheme to get them overseas/ got the forged documents and suitcase prepared gathered up the pack and packed her life right there/ did exactly as told by her sources to avoid havoc/ and flushed the passports on the plane to claim status/ Now she’s in new land knew little of the language/ (waiting for the calm song, slept in distress)/ all alone with only forty dollars in her pocket/ (and a baby on each arm, arm, leg, leg and chest)/ she made a home from a bedroom for her plus five/ so that pissy mattress on the sidewalk is just fine/ here comes the landlord the youngest three hide!/ it was just a game to them but she would have to lie:/ “There’s only three of us here, I swear it must’ve been the tv!,/ won’t happen again sir, excuse me, I was sleeping” / they all missed daddy and read his letters taking turns/ and they waited/ waited for his return/ reunited at last, the dad and five sons/ they ran around the small apartment glowing with excitement/ papa’s got a brand new bag and plus a gun/ the one he found at the restaurant working the nightshift/ shift a few years, still fish for prosperity/ Christmas gifts came courtesy of local charities/ eventually with time things started looking up!/ the boys got grown and started sharpening their tusks/ she still had that glass labyrinth to weave through/ but she swam with the sharks everything now is seafood!/ those looking down on her with that expression/ fail to realize that they’re staring at her reflection/ (hush hush love, hush hush love) some say, she stole the heart of a lion holding a sword/ other say she’s just a mother defending her cubs/ built her own wings on that concrete coarse/ it must be that Mary Musth Musth blood/ it must be that Mary Musth Musth blood/it must be that Marry Musth Musth, blood/