Noxema

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