Deep in the Mud

My World Dies Screaming Intro:

- All I know is that death in its most hideous form waits for me at the top of those stairs!
- That's not all you know, Mrs. Justin, you hold the answer deep within your own mind, consciously you forgotten it, that's the way the human mind works

Intro:

Toaaadmiiilk, yeah, I'm 'bout to process you all, yeah about to get fuckin' real negative, I hate my shit too, man, welcome Home, I hate me too, they call me the Shape, hahahahaha, the nameless one, yeah, hate yo' life, yo, yo

Verse:

Stripper legs stickin' out the back o' the pickup, I got pickеd up
Trying to drag a stiff out the back, but got the left kick stuck (Fuck!)
Thinkin' back to whеn I was a bit young, the first was too heavy to lift up (Fuck)
I just left it, the last I redressed and propped it to sit up
Lookin' at her like (ohh, man), I dunno how I'm not gonna get caught for this one
The last panic attack, I had was a big one (Fuck)
Nobody likes me, nobody like me
I cut off the L.I.E., went to Gilgo Beach to sightsee
I rehearse on my crib for battles of severed heads hype me
Patient in line since 19, socks for the grip
Hospital white tee, I drop mad rabie work the rap Harvey Weinstein (oh come on, man)
Oops too soon, my bad
Six-triple time that, the Devil's hand deep in my chest, like a triple by-pass (Yess!)
I took the buttons and felt holy, soul free
Provokin' the gold pee?, heavy crow's feet
Their nims disrobe me, clothed in front of the cult
Swingin' a smokin' home piece, my back bony
Buried in soil stony, can o' beans in sternal, solely
The frosting fingerless gloves over stove heat (Starvin')
I'm a hash llama, Ashwagandha
Play the halal, throat slash brahma
Powder from, Sajama, flesh okra
With encased glass okras, past trauma
Pickin' at the scab on my lid, spittle on my bib
King baby, fell out the crib, broke my extra rib
Almost got drowned in the bathtub, by the other kids (fuck!), I was deployed
I'm a grown boy, I'm a pipe bomb
Stashed in Indian Point, rape Earth Mother, see famine in her groin
Skin baggy on bones, bag o' bones my skin spacious (Whaat?)
Refreshed like pure lysergic, after hiatus

My World Dies Screaming Outro:

- Whenever something is too unpleasant, too shameful for us to entertain we reject it, we erase it from our memory, but the imprint is always there, nothing is ever really forgotten
- But don't all of us do things we're ashamed of?
- Wouldn't be human if we hadn't
- Not quite human, Doctor