Istasha
A Short Introduction To The Trashcan; Chapter 1: Bonding with flies
Bootstrapped shit
With a cleaver at my leg
Ought to hit dumb dregs
In the wild for a paycheck

Win it Timmy
I'ma teach a lesson
Would you beg for respect?
Broken tapes don’t self eject

Leave it all uncut
Pierce whoevers scuffed
Make the post just
Run a stake through your eyes like its neversoft

Panorama round
Can't see at all
Or would you rather run about a circuit
Shortcut
Lack of power
And you're out

Disinegration doesnt matter
Youre inactive
Cut clean from the racks still talk shit
Care yo' act and navigate your practice?
It's absent
Living dirt
Running like youre hunted
Lose my grip
Slide back in
Oiled out gears
May crack my skin