What's weirder, water making the blood clearer
Betray me I'll stab you 23 times like Caesar in the theater
This is for the back shooting Robert Ford cats
I'm a dumpster baby, I was born crack
I'm kicking war
Self loathing, narcissistic gore raps
In business, a whore door mat
Dead stillborn's gasp
For air stuffed behind the walls of my thorax
My short sensors like the hair on a bore's back
Clowning squares like Borat
X-ray skies the forecast