B!LLYWH?T-

i got the fut(ure) in my periphery - but i'm belligerent
keepin company to comfort all the misery.
i'd say i'm ill but only mentally
a looney tune - moving to his own merry melody.
not interested in that bullshit you're tellin me
in high-fidelity, it's still bullshit you're sellin me.
i chisel elegies on your epitaphs...
my tendencies'll be the death of me. remember that i...
rocked the boat, capsized the vessel
wine into water n baptized the devil.
your effects ain't special - never were, never will be.
god-damed filthy rat bastards'd rather kill me!

Bloodmoney Perez-

Exterminated the vermin
Why you squirming?
I walk lines minus cash and her-win
Something like a servant
One thing is for certain
I ain’t never stopped working
Craft in the creases of my forehead lurking
Art in the arteries
Harder than the art of freeze
Give a fuck what your martyr sees
Snake oils on the market seized
Bastard never knew the father herc brought the spark to thee
We his children
Offspring off 1520 sedwick
Leeching off the life line get a ledbrick
Till your head split
Blood on the wallys wishing you never said shit
Don’t let us flex quick
Pistols out the truck off the deadship
Bouquet of bones on some death grips
Tell your widow “he met his death quick”
Then make our exit
This is Malcom meets PKD
By any means blasting beams out our heads shit
Valis in the challis
We here til the end hits.
Splendid.

Skech185-


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