Atrophy - "Sever Bedwetter MC's" |
Decisions improbable that the missions impossible Emissions unstoppable this exhibitions phenomenal The tropical edition the topical addition To the module thats just dishin these abominable lyrics A molecule of impairment a chronicle of despair and The obstacles nominal to make you comical do illogical errands Through your corpus collosum morbid this experiment Has warped us like Marilyn torch Maryland for American Tourists who want to see the shit burn down like the perilous Tenements Im about to burn now Ill go to hell in embarrassment Starin at agents darin them to glare scarin your parents Wearin a merit says youre my #1 son I swear it You aint nothing but a G-string ba-by So lemme run these fingers faint-ly Through you Im the doosh who accrues the juice A masseuse for all you truly loose groups that act prude S-s-slittin your coat with whats written it gloats Youd never ever forever be fettered to that shit thats spoke By these bedwetter MCs in which Ill sever their throats Every letter must invoke my endeavor to pleasure those My lifes a sabbatical my clavicles shattered lateral Compatible for radicals who dont think this is magical With a capital A Im an animal a cannibal Like Hannibal I use brains as collateral so tyrannical Dynamic full of true pain that becomes amorphous Endorphins coarsin through my blue blood a tormented courtship With the devil a rebel just fascinated by a pebble It advocates my imagination level validates Im settled So I dont have to worry about adjourning life The jurys not in fury but curious to see this journey take flight Yearning for that light of sight just burning with all this might The surly Ill fight serving these dirty herbs with a verbal spice As the blood curdles the love is thermal emitting this heat Evicting this beat from the internal committee that speaks From my inner being a sinner breeding on the street Youll feel the your innards depleting being deleted like these trees Hobblin in this metropolis the scent of opulence Makes me just another anonymous consequence Of actions that I havent even done because Im not prominent With the dollars kid I dont have monuments to show my confidence And dominance in situations insinuations this mutation Of inflation givin patrons rations as donations will continue basic- Ally what Im sayin is that the rich see the poor as feeble Remember these weasels dont see them as people theyre evil Lethal like Steve Seagel with an Eagle that severs whats legal As I lay on the steeple of this cathedral less equal than a Beagle Cuz I dont even have a job I sob I wont rob Bob To get that dollar bill come holla if you want to pop me cops Suicide by sods fucken drunk pigs alcoholics wont stop Like the pop copy shop if you get in a brawl youll probly get shot Getting the hed-wops from your Mom while your Pops just watch As X-cons swap twats with your bitch and that hot chick from S.W.A.T.s |