lyrics
cripple my image for fun, fuck western medicine, bruh
Collapse offa my own sedatives, lyin like political staff
Put an end to the rhetoric, fuck the confederates, and they backwards asses
Flag half staff almost every day,
Back party alley, black cats in my way
Bag full of candy, been skatin the state
Numb, pretty face, want the d from the play
high away, far from technology like radar
Soylent streets out here, let's eat others face off
Never draw weapons, bring death with these bare hands
Used to be a Peasant, still am, with a rare chance
Rebel demon cookin to give ya Dysentery
Bendin time, Never even touched a rhyming dictionary
Beat the cosmic egg and scrambled every line to safety
Your mind is mine, motherfucker, close your eyes before you face me
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released February 22, 2016
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