Whisperin to cicero amidst the brittle bristlecone
Glistenin the glycerin syringes in the catacombs
Gravel in the gristle and the thistles in my broken bones
Smokin spliffs and with a vixen at your funeral
Like about a couple cups of codeine w my Cheerios
Splatter hash across the prada bags of trashy hoes
Stashing chronic in the bushes down in Broken Bow
Violet in my eyes and I’m betwixt yo bitch and mistletoe
Leave a preacher bleedin with my features in the pistol smoke
Gasoline the chapel with a jerry can from kum and go
Spark it with a Parliament, departin in an s4
Quarter ounce of anticosmic chronic in the Optimo
Brandin a hendecagram inside of my lips
So you can see the anti cosmic every time that i spit
And i’m spittin with an anticosmic witch on my dick
We like to pop bars and carve sigils into our skin
Splittin swishers in the dimness of the bridges by 6th
Cold-hearted and I’m hollow as the tips
That I be spittin while im grippin on the M9 clip
Fuck around and you’ll be chillin in a 2 foot ditch
Dig a shallow ass grave for a stupid ass snitch
Nicotine sickness from the ciggies I lit
Cost 21 cents just to murder a bitch
And my tongue is gettin sore from all the licks that I hit
And all the pills I fuckin did, and all the lyrics I spit
And all the tatted up, suicidal pussy I get
There’s a dozen rottin bodies in the condo I rent
I gotta smoke a half a pound just to cover the scent
Disregardin my liver, catch me garglin liquor
Punchin holes in the aluminum to swallow it quicker
Dressin all black like I’m sittin in shiva
For all the goofy motherfuckers made me squeeze on the trigger
And the worms crawl in and the worms crawl out
And the worms’ll eat the motherfuckin tongue out your mouth
Skrtin hearses out in front of your house
Cause you stole a lot of cheese and now im catchin a mouse
Syncretizin sephiroth with monsters from chaosophy
Dreamin of 11 headed dragons offa DMT
Speakin to the Kabbalaic pantheon on LSD
Always lookin fly because Adramalech is dressin me
Gettin suction from a Neolithic deity
She’s teachin me the secrets of my protozoan history
Burn the Demiurge, because I’m prayin to Samael and Satan
Tetrodotoxin from a Haitian for reanimation
Blazin on an eighth and ladies drapin me in bathin ape’n
Pistol to my teeth, cuz I ain’t keepin Asmodeus waitin.