Dead Stock

Intro:

When his tape recording of one murder was played in court, people rushed outside and vomited

Hehehehahaha, yeah, uhahahaha, feel this shit, no Devil in this house, don't speak like that, zero, zero, yeah

Verse:

Yo, my brain hot spilled butter
The hoax feed off and, kill others
Snapped like a pill cutter
You got fish scale, I'm a gill cutter (Yeah)
I top off dumpsites, and fill gutters
Razorleaf, faces ajar
Head smushed funny, face in a jar (Hahaha)
I'm off to the woods, with a date by the arm
Much like, when the Green River Killer, told his son, to go wait in the car
The fridge hold blood like, cult wine in vials
Black smoke sky for miles
Walkin' through, dead bovine, in isles
The whole time, with the Farrakhan bowtie and smile
Bath salt bathin' in blood vessels
Fresh blood sterile
Lucio Fulci glasses blood speckle
Smoke moss, and snuff (?)
Earth body, made up of metals, dust devil
They wear police mandate, sky triangle
Peel off your band-aids, fluoride, drink up the land race
Make stone in skyfire, for man's sake
In alignment, with Samhain
Lucifer Diana, I got you with this shit
Apostolates wicked, come clear Syd, in bottle distillers
Incinerate a gospel of witches
Drink dead tears, bottle from Christians
I form cults like Walmart
Hang scalps, for wall art
This on some light work but all dark
Bad nice like bipolar, hallmark
Spikes off in earthworm, I'm all heart

Outro:

Well, it could be the case that the world is already ending, and art is dead, we're exhausted, and instead of that we have pop culture, daytime TV...