Clusters

Intro:

Just came back from a Lamaze class in, kinda hungry right now, no record this, fuckin' sweat, I'll probably get over this, it'll be alright, just came back from a dumpsite, yo, this shit secured

Verse:

One way ticket to Hell, clutched by my cold spirit, Hell is close nearin'
I'll shoot myself lyin' down in the cellar so I'm low near it
Late July watchin' for hours trollin' hot weather (Hot day, man)
With binoculars, my skin stickin' to the hot leather
I couldn't stop the first time it's like I cut off the noise
When I seen the life leave its eyes I climaxеd to my corduroys
Shit's not funny, I lose sleep for this
Blank faces deep in pits, ayo my mattress got scrеams in it
I piss my sheets and shit, chew Romance I believe in it
I keep her head in the freezer just so she keep the kiss
I get through this shit, shortly I'm spittin' piss poorly
Active in witch orgies, I won't make it to my mid-40s
Still self-mutilate, that's off men-phile
My X-File, family excile, my parents are reptiles
Blood on Tex dolls, bled bile
Trying to fuck the dead while I'm dysfunctional erectile
My youth was a beautiful ways family dinner dates
Cuttin' into a bloody steak trippin' face, tryna keep it straight
I know what I write is obviously fantastical at times, I'm so remote (What?)
So just know a lot of this rhymes a lot of this hits close to home
A lot of it's lies a lot of it's close to home
Alright let's go get some lunch...