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19 Jan 2019, 5:41 pm

no matter where I roam I'm waging war
i'll take what's yours at the point of the sword
pass the gold or i'll spill yah guts out on the floor
don't hesitate, i lack both morals and self-control
robbery and homicide is how i roll
highwayman and vagabond out on a stroll
when you see mah chrome pass the loot
shut yah mouth, eyes down, just like yah know


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20 Jan 2019, 4:51 pm

the only time i can be happy is when i'm too f****d up to comprehend the world around me
it's kinda crappy when all i perceive is blur of motion that whirls around me
i can't stand to have anyone near, not even cute girls around me
i think i'm about to hurl from all the ether and pills i'm pounding


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27 Jan 2019, 1:07 pm

I'm almost done with this. :|


2018, still bumpin' the Kim beat
EA, Lord of the Depths remix
This is dedicated to;
no, you know who you are...

My mind's been consumed by some crackwhore with a gash like an axe wound.
Her brain was good,
The type of trick who'd vomit on your dick and say thank you.
she used to be my main squeeze
but then i saw her riding the gangbang train
until you see cum when the b***h sneeze
i found out her orifices had a rental fee
so that's how she could afford her xans and crack smoking spree
her dorm's devoid of groceries - somehow how she can't afford these
i guess some people have unique needs or at least that's my hypothesis (hy-po-þe-sees)

hey Louis, remember when she told you that she stole a bottle of merlot
- or was it rouge pinot? haha, f**k no, it was urine ho

at least i won't ever need to worry if you've overdosed again
if you're passed out or comatose in the snow dying from exposure or alcohol poisoning
i'm glad to hear you're grateful for all the time of mine you wasted;
but it wasn't for that glitch in the matrix,
i never would have found out about your career as a trick, pro-felatrix
but no matter what you insist, i know what i saw on motherless
i just hope there ain't more to find
and that you talk to a psychiatrist 'bout borderline
and that now for enough rock you're eatin' feces,
or even f*****g all kinds of different species
who'd have known that some crackwhore,
would have played me like we used to play Connect 4
finally your bomb head game couldn't justify all yah headgames
that's why i laughed in your face when you insisted 'we can still be friends'
imagine how you'd react if i ran over your dogs
- but then said 'we can still keep 'em, they're just dead'
I don't deserve a friend like you, you deserve friends like Jujube and Aashli
f**k you Fern-Gully and don't forget, you'll always be (fern guh-lae)
a cheating, piss-drinking, trainwreck of a crackwhore to me



ain't no trick worth dyin' for (f**k you, you did this to us, this is your fault!)
ain't no trick worth dyin' for (f**k you, you did this to us, this is your fault!)
ain't no trick worth dyin' for (f**k you, you did this to us, this is your fault!)
ain't no trick worth dyin' for (f**k you, you did this to us, this is your fault!)



i can't believe i ever entertained fantasies of matrimony
with the type who's quick to throw a tantrum on me
all my life she swore she'd make me pay like ailmony
the text book definition of what a scary ho be
i should have guessed that you'd eventually transgress against me
and for now all I want is for you to delete and never message me
don't tell me it's not what you intended, it doesn't matter
you still elected to treat me that way

'how the f**k could you do this to me?!' (sample)
'i should have noticed when you started acting weird'

i'm not done voicing grievances, but i'm still not ready to grieve
sometimes i wonder 'bout if your mother worries, found the clues in order to discover
that the way you behave it's probably a matter of weeks or even just mere days;
until they discover your mutilated remains; skull caved in and clearly leaking yah brains

with police obliged to scour your client list
and hope they can make a match with the on-file DNA evidence
maybe they'll convict with the expert testimony of a forensic scientist
unless you're dissolved in lime and they've vanished yah like you've never exist'd
i don't really care, not even slightly
i don't believe you didn't cheat and was plenty relieved
when the test came back that you didn't give me STDs -
the serious kind, like syphillis, herpes and HIV
i've got no use for a used trap house mattress
and to tell the truth you're absolutely f*****g cancerous
we can't be together even if you expressed a willingness
i'm f*****g dead inside, that's why I embraced this supervillianous
persona - and i still love the person i thought you were
and i ask myself what the f**k happened to her -
occasionally i still love you, but mostly and sincerely regret
and wish I could forget all of my memories -
even the smile on your face on the day when we first met

now all I remember is a parasite who'd show up to smoke all of my weed -
some f*****g crackwhore who gets off, craves and in fact needs -
to be covered with all sorts of vomit, bubbles of snot, hot piss and ee-
ven both your dogs feces you know, unless my eyes deceive me?
I sincerely hope you're not the girl in the videos that I've seen

just understand when I was venting rage -
every word that I said, i really meant it
and if i give you a bag of rocks
we both know you'd still gape your as*hole -
an' let me hit (haedt) it until we tear it
meanwhile the crew becomes a train
and smashes that c**t until the sheets are blood-stain'd
until your taint tears in twain
you can eat s**t, understand you've already been replaced
in hindsight you're little more than the nastiest whore i could find
and your innocent face blinded me to the intolerable traits that filled up your core inside
so f**k you and your entire victim narrative
i might sound a little irate,
but i've got thirteen ulcers from all the feels that i've ate
and i can't even start to communicate
how much i truly resent that you kept insisting
that i needed to make getting my passport a mission,
even though I couldn't afford it from all the cash i'd spent
in order to accommodate, the need for privacy when you'd visit (viz-eht)
i'm not your host anymore and your friendship I'm undeserving of it


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27 Jan 2019, 5:32 pm

pull out the three pound to make a loud noise at proud boys
who would try to invalidate and negate my ancestry
because they believe phenotype defines one's demographic category
so if you ever wonder why i sound pissed it's because of cultural genocide
intended to erase my people's history and to deny we ever even existed
and if i talk about stolen land it's not mere allegory,
even our capital stands atop stolen, unceded Algonquin territory


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29 Jan 2019, 2:28 pm

maybe i just never grew up and i'm a little screwed-up,
and not just offa'll the pills i dun chewed up,
ritalin, vicodan and dozen that I ain't even got a clue what
maybe that's why i keep puking up all of this blue stuff?
ever since i hatched i've been nastier than something your dog threw-up
growing up i'm surprised i never blew up,
slashed the tires on the Drage's new truck or
grabbed mah trenchcoat and strap, shot the entire f****n' school-up
humanity is clueless, i'd be locked away if they knew what
lessons were impressed upon me as a youth - huh
never make threats that are toothless,
an' if you say it, act on it - completely f****n' ruthless
like Oskar Gröning wretching out grandpa's gold tooth and
now i strap kevlar beneath the 'lo goose and
when i'm the booth, i speak only truth but
time to end this verse, i'm out of breath like from a noose - uhh *gasping noise*

Check that rhyme scheme;
I figured out a way to extend it for the full 16 bars, as opposed to the earlier version where the last four were missing the uhh-*plosive*. 8)


I'm awkward like Urkel but you've got to admit on the mic I've got skills;
I pop pills until the artificial blue and red dyes make my s**t plop purple - it fills
more bowls than the ones i hit to fill muh lungs, toke-toke - toke-toke-toke-exhale
*coughcoughcough*

sorry, it's 4:20 and i've smoked plenty
i gotta owe you, i used up both lighters that you lent me
and haven't gotten around to reading either DM that you've sent me
i haven't figured out how to let you down too gently
but i think it's best if you focused on your residency
and i should focus on writing my mixtape, i might even try to release it eventually


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03 Feb 2019, 3:53 pm

This is nowhere complete, and was written to the Stan beat.

My tea's gone cold
I'm wondering why I got out of bed at all
The morning rain clouds up my window
And I can't see at all
And even if I could it'd all be gray
But your picture on my wall
It reminds me that it's not so bad, it's not so bad

*ring...ring...ring*

Hey, is this Mark?

I don't blame you if you can't recognize my voice,
and I'll try to get through this call without crying or starting to choke
"Is this Aaron, what's going on - is this some kind of sick f*****g joke?"
...

...
i've spent the last eight or nine months so f****d up, i'm not sure what's even real
and i think i've literally gone psychotic from pain that drugs won't numb or heal
i didn't know i was a star, but my insides are a supernova explosion;
like for f**k sakes, i mean it for real, when you took away all of my hope, you took away all of my fear
have you ever cried so hard you ran out of tears?
have you ever wanted to die so bad you ran out of fear?
have you ever realized you see a f*****g monster when you look in the mirror?
how could i be so stupid to ever let someone so perfect ever get so near?

I'm sick of sobbing every night and sounding like a small, wounded animal.
And I'm sorry, I never realized that I'd started to sound like Stan.
And you're probably right, I'm a pathetic f*****g ret*d and barely a man;
do you think my parents and brothers will ever forgive me?
killing myself might be selfish, but so is not letting me die;
I'm utterly unworthy of your daughter; it just finally struck me
Hey Mark, I just drank a fifth of vodka, dare me to drive?!
and i don't think I've ever managed to drink so much Lucky
and I hope i don't s**t myself when i hit the abutment -
f**k, my guts hurt, i wonder if the acetaminophen already has my liver failin'
i'm sorry car even you don't deserve me
but if I shot myself I'd forget to put the strap to my left side
since that's my bad eye; if i survive i don't want to end up
wasting my time and left both a miserable failure and blind;
have you ever driven flat-out? i'm doing 195, in miles i think it's about a buck-twenty
'You know the song by Phil Collins, "In the Air of the Night"
About that guy who coulda saved that other guy from drownin'
But didn't, then Phil saw it all, then at a show he found him?'

This isn't like that at all, nobody can save me
- and tell Tsion I would never actually blackmail her;
those pictures and videos, I deleted them all -
how does that line go? "I'm on a thousand downers now, I'm drowsy."
Tell Tsion I'm sorry and that we never should have been together.
I should have killed myself years ago and sincerely I regret pain we've both felt as a result of even meeting her;
but i'm coming up on the bridge, i can see it right in front me
i hope i don't survive with a fractured spine and end up paralyzed or somethin'
heh-heh, wouldn't it suck to fail at killing yourself, and not even get another try?
sorry, when i'm nervous i sometimes try to be funny, actually Mark,
before I go, can I just ask one favour? Please don't tell Tsion that I've died.
*car crash*


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03 Feb 2019, 5:35 pm

i'm making cheesesteak, you bring the beef
i'll leave yah swisscheese'd, on yah knees
f**k, stop beggin' 'please please please'
i hear your pleas but i'm still gonna squeeze
leave yah leakin' outta all sortsa holes,
decapitate yah, leave yah dome layin' in the street
for all the locals to see yah better understand
i won't hesitate to leave the place bloodstained
i see you still frontin' like you gangbang
but if i see you in the streets, pull the strap and bang-bang
watch yah self god, imma wet you up like tha rain'
200 rounds in the casket, i'll light you up all day
i'm still living that life, hardcore since '84 like Wu-Tang
i'll f*****g erase you without a trace, not even a name
i got guns the size of artillery and you're within range
i run these streets, i don't even need to be discreet mayne
pull out the heat and light you up god, i brang pain
if there's war in the streets, just know I'm ta'blame
you can call me Cotton Hill, cuz I kilt fiddy men
never underestimate Fenty Grimm;
everything i say i live for real - Frank Grimes
i'm the final solution, ready to annihilate all this human pollution yah feel


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03 Feb 2019, 10:01 pm

i don't mean to be controversial;
ever since birth i've been the worse; i think sick thoughts that are hurtful;
run up in your lab, snatch the mic and hijack your rehearsal
Louis Cyphre, what the f**k is wrong with me?
everything I think and say makes me sound like a sadist
and drips with misogyny,
my mind's possessed and recently i'm not even sure i'm me
i'm lost inside of all these thoughts, personality nastier than grandma's leaking colostomy


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10 Feb 2019, 4:30 am

I'm going to get this recorded soon. :twisted:







imma born loser;
never had a clue and never asked, life isn't a game show quizzer
as a kid i'd stick you up for your Twizzlers
i wanted to meet Michael Jackson,
instead I met his evil twin The Diddler
molested by a guy who looks like The Riddler
Neverland was built just to lure, does anyone deny he was a supreme child connoisseur
i shoulda got him charged with indecent sodomy, in hindsight it coulda been like winning the lottery
i swear i'm not slow, i'm just not that swift - you know i'm doubly exceptional
and on the path to jail, prison and hell but in the meanwhile you'll see
- i'm bright, my iq's like two-thirds that of Einstein, that's why i can surprise you when i rhyme
if you wanna attack my lyrism
can you at least provide some constructive critism?
i don't mean to come off as distrustful
of the industry and of the people in't
i'm just an overgrown, awkward kid with autism who lacks a sense of rhythm
anyways... it's nice to not have to be wary of lingering
indo smoke trailing in residential areas
seriously, how was that a crime? f*****g hillarious
if mary jane were a real girl, she's the only one i would marry
she's infectious just like malaria
my mind's deranged from being chained inside a cubicle
and i spit bizarre raps because i'm f****d off pharmaceuticals
and get crushes on girls without pubic hurr
try'an impale 'em on my erection so furiously it literally it f***s up their digestion
i'm completely rugged, bugged-out from some drug s**t
screamin' i'd love it if you'd just make me cum b***h
but it would mean more if i could please them whores;
f**k for hours an' make her eat skeet galore
tell her "auhh i ain't nutted in three weeks you whore
i just need release por favor i just wanna smash it until it leaves you sore"
most my life i've been a half-wit who never gave two s**ts
i'd hate any job i take but when i hold the microphone imma lyrical mad scientist,
constantly announcing the discovery of rhymes you didn't know exist
i don't mean to be controversial;
ever since birth i've been the worse; i think sick thoughts that are hurtful;
run up in your lab, snatch the mic and hijack your rehearsal
Louis Cyphre, what the f**k is wrong with me?
everything I think and say makes me sound like a sadist
and drips with misogyny, my mind's possessed and recently i'm not even sure i'm me
i'm lost inside of all these thoughts, personality nastier than grandma's leaking colostomy
but i can still go a whole ten rounds best believe me, yah see
i'll give you a beatdown like Kurt Ballou, flatten yah on the ground
hit yah hard like bare heads on concrete
never even wonder if i'm allowed to be proud
of obscure biting and making-up words order to rhyme with anythin'
wanted to change my name to Gabu Zdauow
but found out it was too similar to Camu Tao
i'm an enigma, i've got a dozen stigmas
only rap in my bedroom because i know i can't budge a crowd
always dreamed i'd be a sniper on the roof like the fiddler
giving out high velocity souvenirs
make 'em scream loud like Bette Midler
when it comes to hip-hop i'm basically a tumor;
a known malignant consumer; user, addict and chronic abuser
distasteful like reading off riddles 'bout Hitler;
before i could voice objection jenny mccarthy sent me back in time to 'cure' my autism from vaccines,
get a hold of yourself b***h, that's a little sadistic; i'm still autistic, but now i've also got polio
is something f*****g wrong with me? Without a doubt.
Went to prison, the other inmates rioted, took the guards hostage just to kick me out.
If you wanna go to war, I'm all in
I'm merciless, I'll go scorched earth like Stalin
and so what? maybe i just never grew up and i'm a little screwed-up,
and not just from all the pills that i chewed up,
ritalin, vicodan and dozen that I ain't even got a clue what
maybe that's why i keep puking all this blue stuff?
ever since i hatched i've been nasty like something your dog threw-up
growing up i'm surprised i never blew up,
slashed the tires on the Drage's new truck or
grabbed mah trenchcoat and strap, shot the entire f****n' school-up
humanity is clueless, i'd be locked away if they knew what
lessons were impressed upon me as a youth - huh
never make threats that are toothless,
an' if you say it, act on it - completely f****n' ruthless
like Oskar Gröning wretching out grandpa's gold tooth and
now i strap kevlar beneath the 'lo goose and
when i'm the booth, i speak only truth but
time to end this verse, i'm out of breath like from a noose - uhh *gasping noise*


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10 Feb 2019, 4:40 pm

i sound a little bit enraged, because they said i sound like one part each: Shady, Necro, R.A. and Cage;
that i ignore black rappers who created and mastered the craft; but i reference KRS, Havok, Prodigy, Wu-Tang and Doom in my raps; the influences i've consumed are more diverse than the names that I drop, besides who cares if a no body mentions you at all on an album that just flops?
i've been cursed since birth, f****d up from getting high on life
and on so much drugs it makes my brain rot from poor oxygenation
- the veins are blocked because my blood's all in clots
everyday i imagine suicide, cry myself to sleep and say "well, maybe tomorrow i might"
i make your girl say 'ohmahgawdthat's the biggest one i've seen in my life'
but she ain't talking about my dick, she just came face-to-face with the blade on my knife


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13 Feb 2019, 4:00 am

i still can't believe how you played me,
lately I have only hatred for you, most of the time even, maybe
even more than Shady once had for that Kim lady
i feel so f*****g dead inside lately;
it's more than I can take; all that makes me feel more fine -
is at least 200mg (em-gees) of diacetylmorphine
i've already filled up my needles;
time to get injecting - i'm shooting up like Columbine


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16 Feb 2019, 3:06 pm

would you believe me in the least if i explained that i can't maintain my sanity?
i feel myself slipping from reality;
i needed evidence to convince the doctor's about the voices in my head;
so i recorded a mixtape with all my imaginary friends;

my lyricism is questionable and highly objectionable;
i rap about s**t that belongs on death metal albums;.
most of the time my thoughts resemble God; i'm not all-knowing, not at all - literally
my mental is omnipresent; my mind is all over the place and everywhere, nearly all of the time

if I hear you thinking I've come unwound like Fred Phelps ranting about "hell-bound fa***t sodomites"
i'll leave you laying on the sea floor; drowned, remains unfound, surrounded by fossil trilobites
i strap artillery, why settle for a mere pistol in a gunfight?
prepare to feel the shockwave from miles away as powder becomes fire

ready mate? i won't hesitate to devastate your coordinates
and start to rain down precision guided, high explosive ordinance;
feel regret as the realization dawns "i should have just remained subordinate"
actions have costs, don't make the move if you know you can't afford it


I think that's how it breaks up into groups of four bars; it's kinda chaotic in terms of rhyming scheme. :?


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16 Feb 2019, 8:07 pm

i've only survived this long due to dumb luck;
i'm insane, angry and f**ked-up;
last night i tried to rape a dump truck
don't look so utterly dumbstruck
shoulda known by now i'm a sick f**k; an asthmatic
addict, huffing ether and i just sprinkled pcp on my weed;
smell that dank stank like Kompressor's breath
- baked infants and fried cheese
i'll break into your home wearing nothing but a mask and gloves;
high as chemtrail plumes be offa ether, pcp and acid cuz,
i'm in your room it's too late; your meth?! pass it on before i bash your skull in bud!
and once you're blacked out i'll asphyxiate you to death on my ass and nuts
"That Devil Yuneek? I don't like him, his raps are whack and i think he does too much dust;
his flow's weak, like a low-rent imitation of old Cage and Shady who tries too hard to sound tough;
his references all need annotations, they're forced, random and as for sense, they don't really make much
he should probably just give-up and stop make-believing and cosplaying as a thug"


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16 Feb 2019, 8:44 pm

now peep this; while weak emcees play games, they ain't deceivin'
i'm hallucinating spirits like Nicodemus;
i control microphones and speakers like an experienced preacher when i speak of
receiving visions from the deep future, teachin'
heretics i leave 'em knealin' and believin', like a 9/8ths scale replica Jesus
i'll have 'em bowing down and begging to be redeemed
by the breath of life that i been breathing
and i beseech all of these parasitic leeches
to exit this competition before i take 'em out out the knees;
like an ill-tempered goaltender when you skate inside his crease
can't get no reception for your cellular connection, can't call the police;
fall upon your knees and beg for mercy and you might even receive it - peace


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18 Feb 2019, 4:20 am

Known for packing rhymes like sardines insidah Sardinian tin cans
Gank Patterick locked inside my room and never wanna leave;
cuz I'm playing Need For Speed; swerving through urban traffic;
is unnerving - s**t - just wrapped
my German, European classic m3
'round them trees like saran, time to put the controller down,
look around an' find a bottle to pee in
I'm a weed fiend and a po-theed;
I mean pot-head *cough-coughcough*
that was kinda unexpected - anyways;
i checked on the internet and took some measurements -
an' just like everyone in the Beatles -
- I'm literally bigger than Jesus
even if that's really pretty much completely irrelevant
I'll tell you the score just before I settle it;
I'm so on edge I'll make your wrists bleed when we shake hands
at any bash or even an industry insiders convention in the lobby.
Dress grey, look plain, nothing exceptional is what I'd recommend;
hopefully they won't remember your face, well probably
but it draws heat if you rock a balaclava if you ain't skiin'
tell 'em to keep they heads down, all i wanna do is a robbery;
but if you look at my face they won't even recognize yah body
i'm hardcore like internet porn featuring depraved whore teens, vomit and bukkake;
but you'd ask me I'd say that my mind is sick
it dripped out my nose and escaped the whole quarantine zone
i got'tha Job For A Cowboy Doom EP with me
blastin as i creep slowly through the school zone
and then it hit me, i love metal, but i should go to ODB's grocery
and learn how to be a proper, hip-hop emcee even if i'm not a chart topper
i'll be the bomb track droppa Gank and Louis together, should you think we're screwy?
you should meet our cousin Frank



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Known for packing rhymes like sardines insidah Sardinian tin cans
Gank Patterick locked inside my room and never wanna leave;
cuz I'm playing Need For Speed; swerving through urban traffic;
is unnerving - oops - just wrapped
my German, European classic m3
'round them trees like saran, time to put the controller down,
look around an' find a bottle to pee in
i'm a coach and a farmer
plant pro-seeds bought and paid for from the proceeds
of investments in big pharma then draft 'em into pro-leagues
that was kinda unexpected - anyways;
i checked on the internet and took some measurements -
an' just like everyone in the Beatles -
- I'm literally bigger than Jesus
even if that's really pretty much completely irrelevant
i hope those bars don't lead to bad karma
i really don't need anymore drama
I'll tell you the score just before I settle it; leave yah touched
like when nose-gear tires make contact with tarmac
I'm so on edge I'll make you'll probably bleed when we shake hands
at any bash or even an industry insiders convention in the lobby.
Dress grey, look plain, nothing exceptional is what I'd recommend;
hopefully they won't remember your face, well probably
i'm constantly bored and can't afford a new hobby;
unless like days of yore i turned to highway robbery


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"If you stick a knife in my back 9 inches and pull it out 6 inches, there's no progress. If you pull it all the way out, that's not progress. The progress is healing the wound that the blow made... and they won't even admit the knife is there." Malcolm X
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18 Feb 2019, 7:23 pm

Gank Patterick, I'd imagine that -
- if I wanna start droppin some savage diss tracks
i might need to study up on how to battle-rap
but until then i'll settle for being a genius and lyrical mad scientist;
announcing the discovery of rhymes you didn't even know exist
even though to me they seem so obvious;
and not far from this, i just murdered a dozen tracks with rhyme schemes that are arduous
find a rhyme scheme i like and it's hard to quit
leave 'em leaking all sortsa gore blood and guts galore,
even s**t from various sizes of holes put in 'em like ozone
my mental is f****d like i was born with a dozen extra y chromosomes
i'll jack your clothes with a bat to reduce the chance of stabbin' hole in 'em
i tackle foes with my face wrapped in pantyhose over
a set of fake Groucho Marx glasses, moustache and nose, in smelly clothes
i found inside a dumpster, i might just run up on yah and start an argument
and throw a whole handful of excrement when you open your mouth to respond to it
by the time you post to erowid about a new experimental drug, I'm already on to it
and f****d up up because i'm also on it, some day i might even blowup
if i survive the night and don't asphyxiate on my own vomit
gotta remember to roll-over before i pass out while throwing up
it'd be ironic if i die just before i'm on the top
like Bon Scott did, but with bigger balls and harder, more addictive rock

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"If you stick a knife in my back 9 inches and pull it out 6 inches, there's no progress. If you pull it all the way out, that's not progress. The progress is healing the wound that the blow made... and they won't even admit the knife is there." Malcolm X
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