Psychedildo 1/2

Hallow be the name of the cadavers in your prison’s deepest reaches
I’ve previously found my internal drive privy to being facetious
Don’t trust a stranger
Never trust a neighbor
Stick to routine you don’t owe em any favors

In a southern home covered in leaves cultivating a proper understanding of the tilt and lean
His exodus prior to the flipping of the switch was thus named cult classic by no one but his memoirs

First fist shake at dawn lends your sons out to the wolves
And I’m digressing

Found my honest heart between a rock and a soft space
Grew my manga collection while learning Mirror-Talk
Raised a pup-dog who prefers to sleep beneath a crawl space
Arizona Mango
If you’re buying, here’s a dollar for some papers and a new name

If you need reminding, here’s a list of all the people I’m ashamed of
It’s important to check it twice in case the fame fails

I harbor enough slime in my spit to hold you stuck beneath the bus where you belong
And fuck getting air time
Praise to the Jazz-Hop
Brain-melter mathrock
Peace, Love, and Rose buds
Shockwaves, Anarchy, Netflix, and warm hugs

If it doesn’t hit my heart I don’t spit it
My flow is textbook read not slick-committed
I’ve got a bitch who hits the kitchen and I don’t have to hit or hurt her she just likes how the fuck I’m living

Son of Earnest
That’s honest
I’m always humble, I promise
Must not sleep, man that’s homage
Words like swords, gotta gauntlet

I still clean my conscious with cloak and soap and dagger
Pocket full of monsters and a hidden step with swisher-sweet swagger

Can a homie get a blunt in rotation?
Can a homie get a homie to remind him what feeling safe is?
I think my fellow students have been absent for the past tens and corn dog

Sloppy seconds ain’t the preference but they’re gettin what I’m givin
And I’m still in the room with the same stoned view and a lateral pass to the next dude

Never in my life have I seen so many vultures in my peripherals
I think they’ve come to harvest now that winter’s left me shaken and abused

Best believe I’ve got some tricks up these sleeves
Drench my self-expression in your favorite flavor of vitirol
And decide exactly when and where you actually understand the fucking clues