This is what the outside world has to offer
Is he a man or a monster?
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Cocaine in my mucus
Living in the gallows it might just set me free
I been feeling passed around been feeling STD
Needles in my stomach and I'm hungry as can be
They open up my eyes tape my eyelids to my cheek
Staring at the ceiling when that guillotine release
Something like the nicotine that's filtered through my teeth
Staring at the bodies and pretend they been asleep
For a week, they been weak
They ain't coming with the back water flowing out the gutters
From the flood
Got they bones cracking under all the pressure from the mud
And the bodies go ballistic they go feral
Seeing broken pictures of their homes looking sterile
Smell the blood and they go wild
Off whatever's on the block
Whatever's on the corner
Hands is grabbing what they got
They been handing me the rot
Fingers in the wound getting sewn into the edges
So it's clots
Hammer to the skull of the cattle
Hear it crack
And it's music to ears
I been making songs that I never wanna hear
I been talking loud but the words are never clear
Go read the caption
You don't get the message go ahead ignore my ramblings
Jump Infront crowd
Then I thank them for the trampling
Looking hella proud as I swallow the grenade
They stuck inside a beast
Looking pretty and behaved
They ain't coming with the
Back water flowing out the gutters
From the flood
Got they bones cracking under all the pressure from the mud
And the bodies go ballistic they go feral
Seeing broken pictures of their homes looking sterile
Smell the blood and they go wild
Off whatever's on the block
Whatever's on the corner
Hands is grabbing what they got
They been handing me the rot
Fingers in the wound
Getting sewn into the edges
Smell the blood and they go wild
Off whatever's on the block
Whatever's on the corner
Hands is grabbing what they got
They been handing me the rot
Fingers in the wound
Getting sewn into the edges
So it's clots
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What you want from the useless?
Everyone's a dog
Maybe you can be that ruthless
Turning in to Brutus
Twisting every knife into any naked back
They ain't making moves they can barely just react
To what is happening
Money without pockets is just perfect for the scrambling
Staring at the pocket watch dangling
They been living movies
Cause the real world is something they won't
Ever get to dabble In