Anti-Social

[Verse 1]

in mind

mind the fact that I would slice you

spice you up like a piece of ham

bam bam bam the pistol blasts a clerk

Adolescent gone bezerk - headline in the works

Machinery, identity - man what a crazy kind of century

we all long for cannabis dispenseries

I dispense some heat shooting led on the beat

screwing girls as of now deceased

hope to get the judge appeased

else I fear to rot for years and eat yeast

streets teached me to peel peeps who try to intervene

hack into your veins to your dismay

I arrange organs in a special kind of way

 

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The brain at the zenith

heart right below

lungs at the 3rd place

guts get grinded down

 

[Verse 2]

I don't know - what is life worth?

in the whole grand scale a life is a mere speck of dirt

thousand children unheard living like they were plagued by a curse

sooner or later they gone be taken by a hearse

If it is you, me or an old lady jacking a purse - what is worse 2x

a pursuit ensues - peas flying through the shopping mall

while police yells to stop chopping y'all

bystanders start to drop and fall on knees - screams - gut your niece

reminiscent of old horror flicks on screens

Scream seems to inspire fiends to sting like bees on beans

all gassed up - to my advantage a wizard teached me how to cast a

spell causing brat-like trap cats to disperse - honestly did I make it worse

 

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