Another one for the president

My ill game known to kill dates
Guilt bitter as the broken pills taste
Moving Jonah Hill weight
Skill K smoking filled treys, trying to fill veins
When I'm on tracks like Band-Aids on dope fiends who build trains
In still frame, a honeycomb underground like military drilled case
Tabs with delta symbols serve the humans that work in farms
Murk the guard, shadow CIA I cut off the working arm
On that off the gurney cart, Berkeley charm
Look at the birdies, I kill everything, fuck mercy bars
Branch Davidians at the ranch hugging weapons, their summer wetted
Circle fans dust and bud the mess with
Like Hunter S. Thompson's drug collection
Cut tongue his necklace
My venom will stop your heart
This shit is art
Exhume cadavers on my bed spreading out parts
John Candy on the VCR
Broke and snuck into her room in the dark
Bashed in her braces til I saw sparks
That means love at first site I thought
Burying her arms
Strangle them peaking on gel tabs chards just to watch them depart and see their ghost float from their chest playing the harp
You want rhymes I got miles for you
I pop violets and blues
In the bathroom of a bar doing lines with the booze
I want you all to pile in a room single file in twos and set it on fire while I'm inside it with you

(Planet Earth about to be recycled. Your only chance to evacuate is to leave with is us. Planet Earth about to be recycled. Your only chance to survive or evacuate is to leave with us.) [a snippet from Heaven’s Gate Cult Initiation Tape]