Dead and Naked

I’m dedicated to seeing you dead and naked

my head is hatred my heart is vacant my farts are awful my rhymes are always in perfect rhythm yea I’ll curb a kitten throw dirt on children than kick a pigeon this is the new religion the I want you nude religion and I’m tuna fishing in the Bahamas wearing pajamas and galoshes I’ll murder a bird for flying westward then kick Kanye west in the balls so it hurts. get my bitches in herds fat bitches can purge

cat fishing on tinder with a picture of your mom, she’s tied up in my yaught that I bought from some bitch from Vietnam who I hit with a rock then rocked with a bomb then socked in the jaw I got a Glock and much more I’m can’t be ignored

 

I’m dedicated to seeing you dead and naked

my head is hatred my heart is vacant my rhymes are always in perfect rhythm yea I’ll curb a kitten throw dirt on children than kick a pigeon

 

into traffic, your a faggot, I’m a bad person I’m a sad version of a glad sermon I’m a priest and I meet with a beast twice a week in my mind when it’s weak I am kind but I seek revenge on the meek get my ends on the street when it ends I am beat so I just beat my meat and concede to the fleet of thoughts then I skeet and I toss in my sleep and my boss doesn’t floss and he smiles with his teeth and it’s gross and my toes need to be clipped indeed I have receipts for disease I increase my consumption of trees

 

I’m dedicated to seeing you dead and naked

my head is hatred my heart is vacant my rhymes are always in perfect rhythm yea I’ll curb a kitten throw dirt on children than kick a pigeon

 

, I see owls in fractals when I’m an acid

I’m a rotten soul with a pot of gold who’s known to turn a bar trick I’ve got baggage and my mattress is covered in red and disastrous I practice malpractice fuck hoes with a cactus when life gives me lemons I give them the fuck back, like that fuck that I’m high illl just grab on my nutsack and feel numb lad I eat gum lad and I’m really dumb do you want to be my friend I’ll stick with you to the end or at least pretend to I’m a vet

at making

music that could make the blind cry, I’m a kind of kind guy if you don’t count that I want to make you die.

 

I’m dedicated to seeing you dead and naked

my head is hatred my heart is vacant my rhymes are always in perfect rhythm yea I’ll curb a kitten throw dirt on children than kick a pigeon