Posted 06 May 2011 - 09:02 PM
Twin blade razor with the lady's grip, raise the shade
I'm relaxed and flashin tip, life is made
So often boss I'm flashin teeth to throw these tossers off
Miseducated, everyday I'm living burn or cut
Live Caligula, feast fuck and throw some up
Vomitorium, ditched the honor role and torah, yeh
I'm uncomfortable, like children getting touched in their physical
Tickled pink, curvy drippy reaper sickle
Night terrors, high spite and prone to slight errors
Or bigger ones, I'm an unreliable narrator
Or stricken with Cotard's and snortin dust out my coffin
Brokin up and chokin on a bobby pin
Bloated Rick, deep inside the mask and making sick
Bulimic, with a grinding axe aimed to taste a witch
Slow kids getting scolded like they've stolen chalk
Hot rocks glowin in the hand where they holdin cock
Don't talk, a little smitten but holding up
Break a blister, paint a picture when the paper cuts
Rotten, holdin cock with a Botch fan
Or stone drunk with some young'un up in Land's End
Real blitzed, tryna fall asleep to a boxfan
I'm a mess, a fucking waste of time like watching Hollow Man
Or an octopus trying to walk bipedal
They pry me with a tire iron, body popsicles
Cosmonaut dying in his cot when his time is up
The other two screaming like "what the fuck?"
Steel trap mind tripping hard like martians slipping time
Tried to bite an orange, suckin orange rind
Wired different, lollygagging and flashing purple
shirting through the hours my powers multiply in triples
Mind wrinkles, straight up acting simple
Burst through time and crash through the borderline
So this is why they call it the crying game, it's a crying shame
Bodies of strays inside your snowbanks.
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Recording coming soon (?), what. I'm on the internet cuz I'm an internet thug.
I'm uncomfortable, like children getting touched in their physical
-nauseous beats-