Back stab the sticker
on the cripple when he's little
lesser stature than the spittle
lingerin off the da mantle upper
lip bottom drawer broken hip
its the busted bones that keep
him simple voice is hoarse
short slip fell don't need to speak
but i can tell he's the kind that likes
the whores that shriek with
the dank ass afterglow and
a pigs purse of product to
sell im talkin 90,000 watts watts watts
of pure poison bring your boys
in cant get enough nough nough
of where the hammer cracks
in where the jets land influx
shucks momma such a sucker
that daddy never said he
loved you enough that rough
son but keep it to yourself
we dark yea but we dont need
your guff cuz while youre gettin
drunk as fuck half cut maybe
even enjoy sayin youre a slut
we out here in the dark and
lazers actually tryin to create somethin
lol yea just dickin around
T minus 1.5 hours til the bass encompasses
my base and heart chakra are a
trobbing gate pulling
apart at the hinges holding
sly crowns at bay all
the travel does is ferment
explosions predestined swayze
our apocalypse is
brooding and
it will move through
every single one of us
now let the bass play
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