Vanity in Insanity (MacHomeless ...
• Written by MacHomeless • Featuring
MacHomeless:
after each of my repetitive rap sessions
i dabble in my odd obsession of sending people to heaven
everybody fears the presence of a felon, even their brethren
my finger nails constantly reek of belly button lint and resin
i used to be a peasant now i'm a lyrical weapon
i blew up before i got a chance to grew up
and even before that i was a screw up
a kid was chokin til he threw up
now i'm corrupt and uncut in the cut
i fuck sluts and right before my penis erupts
i pull it out her butt and put it in her pussy and cum in it
then the bitch constructs a kid and so i kill and bury it
i'm living proof that satan is a synonym for heroin
i'll put you in a coffin fast if i put you on blast
you'll see my true power when i wield a full flask
and after i down my jack i'll make your vision go black
and i'm not even the stud of the bunch
matter fact i'm the biggest runt to ever leave my mother's cunt
hook:
its more ironic than a sqeamish bolemic
this shit is taboo, not to be repeated
we're the type that shouldn't be breeded
caught with a hatchet creepin
over you while you're sleepin
its more ironic than a sqeamish bolemic
this shit is taboo, not to be repeated
we're the type that shouldn't be breeded
caught with a hatchet creepin
over you while you're sleepin
Grim:
Growing up my fantasies were always grim
Now they are reality where do I begin?
Way back when, preacher man said thall shall not sin
no not again, killed him now wearing his skin
That's how it started, maliciously morbid
Please you must see I lust to harvest your organs
Too late for my parents now I'm the lonely orphan
Start extortin' body parts start right at the heart
Dark as it is, witness me murder, beautiful art
Epitome of evil, stabbin your skin with rusty needles
Torture you til you feel feeble, crying covered in fecal
Warn the pregnant people, I'm coming for your fetal
Rip the runt out and squash it like a beetle
Mutilate your brain, put your head on an easel
Kill you all today, can't get away ,won't be a sequel
hook:
its more ironic than a sqeamish bolemic
this shit is taboo, not to be repeated
we're the type that shouldn't be breeded
caught with a hatchet creepin
over you while you're sleepin
its more ironic than a sqeamish bolemic
this shit is taboo, not to be repeated
we're the type that shouldn't be breeded
caught with a hatchet creepin
over you while you're sleepin
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MacHomeless
Member since July 22 2014