Verse 1 (Nick Zazove):
Fuck me like I'm grinding up your shelter
I am a recluse, and I love it like the looseleaf
Tell her she's the noose bleeding youth at the blood fountain's velvet
I brush against while cuffed to the exit
Don't talk while I sense it. I'll lick you till you're
Hollow. I'll follow till you swallow my commencement. Offensive
Ascending to the gate on the street corner's pension
Those dirty stains canon yet forgotten by the tension
I'm reckless till you need me. I'll fuck you like the TV
Control me, I'll control you till you need me. I'm easy
Don't matter if I count sheep or drown the fuss beneath me
These feet scurry a treaded line that thickens at the punch, right? Defeat me
Bridge 1:
(My battle station's ready)
(I'm not the type to fuck with motherfucker... Fuck you)
Verse 2:
Puffing out the mist that you sliced through with a fifth
So voluptuous, something this amounts to in a fix
I can take you to the nevermore, just beg me for the passkey
To lock you in my heart, unabashedly. Grappling with-
Fate as a phantom for your reason rhyming hex
Don't love me like a savior, just kill me for effects
Aloud, I'll break the fourth wall, and free all your neglect
Till I bask inside the poison of your lips that fills my chest
And I need that compensation. You need my conversation
I want the life I never got to live inside my basement
Amazing that the space between my mask and face erases-
When I tell myself you're special as I fade into the nascence
Abrasion
Bridge 2:
I'll never take my silence
I'll never float to islands
I'll never see her dancing through the waves above my finance
She's heavy
Verse 3:
Eye for an eye for a breath. I swallow my-
Pride for the rest. Hook on my left
Rots wang my right. Beatings per minute-
The pillory's teething my ego for critics-
I'm never at home. My bedpan in harmony
Coda for chrome. My pocket's an armory
Dyed in the greenlands, Pinkerton flows
Print anesthetic, the mags full of Rome
I'm sprawled on the pavement my crooked reign's ending-
Her lips match the tip of my tongue and I levy-
An imperfect union for martyr's sake, symbols that-
Inch with my floaties for third eye estates
I am my fate that developed a mind
The next day I read my whole story upside
The treatise developed, her voice became "hello"
And echoed the space between hell and allegro-
Alas, my Faustus appraisal dismembered-
I found myself running in circles bereft of my-
Eschars. Rose colored pyro-synthetic
I walk to my preference, the Hell round my exit
Tethered to God like a henchman, rocking my-
Dreams like a Sisyphus fiend's jukebox epic
Social dyslexia poached from a replica
Double my efforts and come out the relic's bust
Bridge 3:
Ugh
(See that's my dude right there)
(Too bad he ain't got no hoes man...)
Verse 4 (Komato$e):
Bangin’ down my fourth wall like the heartache that's bestowed upon me
Constantly it’s ravaging my spirit plus my mind and body
Can't take much more of the hatred in my blood, my flaws be
Everything I am and ever was, so my circumference probably
Looks like the center of the universe, a fat fuck
Who only hit a couple thousand plays off of dumb luck
And hated all opponents that's the same, every one of us
Everyone became the same when nothing came to numb us up
Numbskull, I sit waiting on my kidneys to capsize
Dumb fool, I sit patiently, before I am baptized
Dope head, lay my body to rest just one time
Dope head, lay my body in a puddle of my bloodline
Go on, go do it already, just stab it
Poke the beast that has been waiting on madness
Let the thoughts be intrusive as ever
Make the whole god damn venue sweat first
Let me go and think about it, think about it
Poison ivy never could’ve ever sprouted
From it’s beta form into a flower
But I still think about it very proudly
Fuck me like I'm grinding up your shelter
I am a recluse, and I love it like the looseleaf
Tell her she's the noose bleeding youth at the blood fountain's velvet
I brush against while cuffed to the exit
Don't talk while I sense it. I'll lick you till you're
Hollow. I'll follow till you swallow my commencement. Offensive
Ascending to the gate on the street corner's pension
Those dirty stains canon yet forgotten by the tension
I'm reckless till you need me. I'll fuck you like the TV
Control me, I'll control you till you need me. I'm easy
Don't matter if I count sheep or drown the fuss beneath me
These feet scurry a treaded line that thickens at the punch, right? Defeat me
Bridge 1:
(My battle station's ready)
(I'm not the type to fuck with motherfucker... Fuck you)
Verse 2:
Puffing out the mist that you sliced through with a fifth
So voluptuous, something this amounts to in a fix
I can take you to the nevermore, just beg me for the passkey
To lock you in my heart, unabashedly. Grappling with-
Fate as a phantom for your reason rhyming hex
Don't love me like a savior, just kill me for effects
Aloud, I'll break the fourth wall, and free all your neglect
Till I bask inside the poison of your lips that fills my chest
And I need that compensation. You need my conversation
I want the life I never got to live inside my basement
Amazing that the space between my mask and face erases-
When I tell myself you're special as I fade into the nascence
Abrasion
Bridge 2:
I'll never take my silence
I'll never float to islands
I'll never see her dancing through the waves above my finance
She's heavy
Verse 3:
Eye for an eye for a breath. I swallow my-
Pride for the rest. Hook on my left
Rots wang my right. Beatings per minute-
The pillory's teething my ego for critics-
I'm never at home. My bedpan in harmony
Coda for chrome. My pocket's an armory
Dyed in the greenlands, Pinkerton flows
Print anesthetic, the mags full of Rome
I'm sprawled on the pavement my crooked reign's ending-
Her lips match the tip of my tongue and I levy-
An imperfect union for martyr's sake, symbols that-
Inch with my floaties for third eye estates
I am my fate that developed a mind
The next day I read my whole story upside
The treatise developed, her voice became "hello"
And echoed the space between hell and allegro-
Alas, my Faustus appraisal dismembered-
I found myself running in circles bereft of my-
Eschars. Rose colored pyro-synthetic
I walk to my preference, the Hell round my exit
Tethered to God like a henchman, rocking my-
Dreams like a Sisyphus fiend's jukebox epic
Social dyslexia poached from a replica
Double my efforts and come out the relic's bust
Bridge 3:
Ugh
(See that's my dude right there)
(Too bad he ain't got no hoes man...)
Verse 4 (Komato$e):
Bangin’ down my fourth wall like the heartache that's bestowed upon me
Constantly it’s ravaging my spirit plus my mind and body
Can't take much more of the hatred in my blood, my flaws be
Everything I am and ever was, so my circumference probably
Looks like the center of the universe, a fat fuck
Who only hit a couple thousand plays off of dumb luck
And hated all opponents that's the same, every one of us
Everyone became the same when nothing came to numb us up
Numbskull, I sit waiting on my kidneys to capsize
Dumb fool, I sit patiently, before I am baptized
Dope head, lay my body to rest just one time
Dope head, lay my body in a puddle of my bloodline
Go on, go do it already, just stab it
Poke the beast that has been waiting on madness
Let the thoughts be intrusive as ever
Make the whole god damn venue sweat first
Let me go and think about it, think about it
Poison ivy never could’ve ever sprouted
From it’s beta form into a flower
But I still think about it very proudly
( Nick Zazove )
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