Check this out. Noxema under the nose. Can handle corpses better. Whenever you see a crow, while you're murdering someone, you're gonna die. Yup. Bad luck shit, telephone wire shit. Yo unplug the phone. Mirrors on fast forward. Johnny 23. Check this out

At home my coffee table has pelvic insets that swivel
Attach the circular 7 inch ringlets
I'll I do is smoke chemicals and hit wet
Til I can hear the legs of every insect communicating in step
Give me a shotgun to singe chest
I'll be Mr. Obvious running man against the wind flexed
Letting dirt particles in the air
Wear my muscles through patches of stripped flesh
I spit death
Come on you know I'm all incense smothering rigamortis stiff stench
Crib's bench under hearse banquets and trip sets
Dipped in clay pots of voodoo powder that shrink heads
Watch how the blood mixes with the water pallets
And trickles from both of my slit wrists on the sink's edge
I toast to incest
Keep my ideas under incubation heat lamps hatching slowly from in nest
Peace to cattle stock farmers from the mid west
Who slaughter calves and process their bodies in tin sheds
Bring back the 60's so I take what was under Jimi's headband and trip slowly under zipped tents