Rant

Fuck the money we make, lovely bucks the buttery cake

Leaving me dumb in a stuttering rage

Suffering the syllables all clutter my brain

Lost in thought to rot with buzzards and rain

Tonsil rot I've got not muscle or strength

Lost & gone on the bombest pot words are my untouchable paint

Nothing will stain, Vodka shots, take a couple to drain

Self loathing that's the sound of tomorow

In hell floating while I'm drowning my sorrow

My satanic mind is draped in hatred

Way manic rhymes, insanely faded

Crazed with anguish, eyes are wide & glazed & greyish

So ''hi'' I just write to convey insaneness

With rhymes comprised of prays & strange shit

Black, divine & illpossessed by Deamons

That's the mind of Gilgamesh I'm screaming

Mastermind with quill directly speaking

Pilfer sets, I wreck 'em, best believe it