Crack Lines and OK Times

Let me put this story in perspective

Respective

To the original owner

Donor

Of my heart

 

You can have it back

Re-sell

Cuz it’s doing me no use

In this empty soft-shell

Crab

 

Life’s just a fad

Too bad

 

The only one you love won’t love you back cuz she ain’t real

And the scars from your past love still refuse to heal

You’re miserable

Metaphysical

 

Yearnings for the creation of another’s imagination

Call me Pygmalion

Cept I’m bout half as original

Aboriginal

 

Humans killing other humans over a slice of earth

Violence always predicated by perceived worth

 

Real people don’t do it for me anymore

 

Too many bitches

Not enough whores

 

Not to bore

Or offend

Maybe I should amend

 

That last statement

Not trying to engage in beratement

With my XX comrades

Just saying what I thought I had

 

Two

People regardless of gender

Should be able to get together forever and go on wicked benders

 

But if the miss of my choosing is made by another’s hand

What does that say about me? Am I wrong, haram?

Afghanistan

 

Failure to form bonds

Chemical imbalance

Just trying to be more electric

Wish I was valance

 

Keep it all inside

Palm Top Tiger

Howl of the wind

Flint sparks the lighter

 

TLC turns to THC

Trip balls, melt walls

DMT

 

Maybe enough substance

Will make me feel substance

Wanting to meet a cute girl

And be her husband

 

But cute girls aren’t real

And neither is life

Crush my fucking throat

Drag the knife

 

Veins explode

Silver and gold

Money don’t mean shit

You’ll die when you’re old

 

Why wait till then

You can die now

Hang out with friends

Smoke in the clouds

 

So I’ll continue with my original announcement

Renouncement

Of the norms forced upon

Spoonfed

Udon

 

Noodle dishes are cool

But just don’t compare

To the feeling of human fingers

Moving through ya hair

 

Then they move down

And wrap around your throat

Squeeze the life

Dry the moat

 

Well

Of life

Cigarettes and goat

Some girl got sold for that by her dad in a book I read

Don’t remember who wrote

 

Desperation

Leads to cartoon feuled mastubation

Self loathing to knives

Go for straight, not serration

 

Unless you want to feel

Real

Fucking alive

 

Put tacks in your fingers

Pour bleach in your eyes

 

Kill cops with rocks

Don’t hold back the malice

Sucking chest wounds like cocks

Reminds me of Dallas

 

Alice

Took quite the journey

Barely made it out alive

Always thought she shoulda fucked the queen

Took the rabbit hole between her thighs

 

Full course meal

AKA third base steal

AKA AK’s get the job done unreal

 

My old girl was wild

But meant nothing to me

Honestly she was just like the previous

Facsimile

 

Zirconium in the rough is what I always hunt

Fakes better than the real

Aim expectations low by going for the bunt, cunt

 

With no outs and first up

What this club needs is less dudes

And more ducks

 

Snort mucinex for the best drip of your life

Anti congestant contestant of the night

 

That shouldn’t end

But will too soon

9 mil will do that

Murders for poon

Petit bourgeois

Bad luck for all

Wealth comes with a curse

Monkey’s paw

 

Eat the rich

Kill the richer

If you’re fine with corporations you’re missing the big picture

 

If you can even picture the type of man who would write songs like these

Black lung from the coal mines, cough and wheeze

 

Mesothelioma will really do ya in

Please don’t steal the ice here

It’s wafer thin

 

And besides

The ice is cooler on ya insides

No not reproductive

I’m talking circulatory

Makes for a better plot, location, and story

 

So come on over

Stay the night

I’ll bury my dick so deep in ya they’ll have to give it last rites

 

Smoke crack and snort weed

Brain dumb and eyes bleed

 

But, I concede the very fact that you recieved my advice

Better than herpes

A little worse than lice

 

Nice

 

The mice here like cheese

No more begging for rent Japanese style on my knees

 

A freer nation means cheaper ammunition

Shoot up schools for fun

End it with self immolation

 

But

 

I’d be remiss if I didn’t add tequila to my lime

Snorting these crack lines

Having OK times