(Spoken:
"No... No no no, no no, no no."
"That's how it ends?"
"No no no no, I do not like this, no no."
"I like it."
"Yeah, you are sick, that's why you like it."
"I do like it. I like it a lot, actually."
"Yeah, you are a sick fuck. You are a sick fuck."
"You better light that shit up, if you ain't got it rolled..."
"...Fucked up, man...")

Let's get this bourbon poured
Puff some herb indoors
If life's a bitch then show her
Who the fuck she's working for
She's a perfect whore
That little skirt's a score
Life sucks
And you gonna
Fuck you until her cervix is torn
And then a turd is born
Another worthless corn
Always cunts, assholes, and dicks
Around these words of porn

In a perfect storm
Surfaces in serpent form
Sent here to eat, shit, fuck, rap, burp, and mourn

Why am I so destroyed?
It's a distraction
Why talk to God?
I don't even know what to ask him
Looking for passion, something to bash in
With my fists, I'm in need of total satisfaction

Go for mine, and go for yours
And I have no remorse
These words are fly
'Cause of moth eggs in my vocal chords
Now what you were hopin' for
Is smokin' coke in Coors
Cans bent in half
To deal with being broke and poor

I should focus, or
Find out what this rope is for
Swing from the rafters
With a belly full of croque-monsieur
Then I'll explode manure
I closed a broken door
Prove the spirit world exists
And I will go for sure

Or I could cope some more
Cop a smoke on tour
The wormholes in my arms
From doing dope sulfur
That shit'll soak the floor
When it leaks like an open sore
Self loathe, self medicated, self saboteur

Why am I so destroyed?
It's a distraction
Why talk to God?
I don't even know what to ask him
Looking for passion, something to bash in
With my fists, I'm in need of total satisfaction

And I'm so paranoid
What's the attraction?
I'm seein' shit that you
Couldn't even imagine

Why am I so destroyed?
It's a distraction
Why talk to God?
I don't even know what to ask him
Looking for passion, something to bash in
With my fists, I'm in need of total satisfaction

(Spoken: "This movie makes me want to fuck doggy-style, and cut a woman's head off. But the difference is that I would fuck her neck wound. If you fuck right up her trachea, right where the blood is gushing out, it's like a lubricant. That's what I want to do.")



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