My bones itch so deep couldn't scratch the spot Like the wall full of termites and blackened rot Woke up for the credits guess I lost the plot Throwing hands with the shadows in apartment blocks I can't talk, tongue tied like my taste is locked I pace in shock, every neuron in my brain blocked Bitch I'm fucked Sicker than a dog with mange My skin crawls like a cripple, I'm a man deranged
I'm surrounded by actors with plastic vision They're acting dismissive and capping on their flaccid positions And frantically paddling over the rapids and back to the bridges A candle light vigil, cause you sold it down the river for some digits Generation no-hope Scoring dope in no-po Life on the queasy, my brother strung out like a yo-yo Got your girl on her knees in my dojo — that's a low blow Cold carbonite Don Juan Solo I got the rebound I'm chillin on the other features I am my brothers student And I am my brothers teacher Lying through my teeth if I say I'm pleased to meet ya Gang green swamp thing I smell the fear and I'll eat ya Now check it “Baby why they call you Mossback?” Bitch I'm a rock, I stay wet Liquidate upon contact Immortal combat Step into the swamp vat Her kitty a shop vac With the mind of a swamp rat I'll take you to Venice but you're gonna walk back
Oooh got em Bleeding through their facial features like a disease got on us Like we just keep on committing acts of treason in the plaza No hoe, go take a breather Plain to see that we slaughter If none of your shit not even be hittin' then just don't bother Demon born screaming up under the freeway — come to kill shit Tilted up on a pair of stilts I'm looking for MILDRED Don't even know whats going on so long I feel sick The drill bit couldn't fulfill me and now you're fucked because I'm still pissed Punctuated his jugular vein down by the seesaw Yeah with a pair of tweezers “Nah that's what he saw” Mandela county catalogue Give seizures at my leisure Prey animal mentality Fumbling around through jungle Mumbling ‘bout your own mortality I plot when I go on walks Bringing life to anomalies Yeah Slutho on a whole ‘nother plane Need at least 3 lobotomies One little pop straight to the top and that boy a goner or he's gotta be
I'll blow my brains out my head so you can see how I think Go to sleep in the bed wake up by the sink I'm on the brink don't know what I have to give it Thousand words deep but the picture unfinished I give up, itching for the trigger like a stickup The gun in my mouth tastes better than the liquor I'll call my liquidator on the phone for a pickup Doctor please I just really need a reupTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
