Faceless

Possessed by demonic forces but I'm usin' them
In the yard prunin' heads
Comet trails behind this movin' pen
I bomb tracks like droppin' nukes on a shooting den
It's come from the gut like Sudoku
In the booth screws loose, spittin' junkie spoon juice
Malevolent, gettin' ugly, like Pazuzu
Purp two times five, God is good all the time (Ahaha!)
Dude, I lied, I don't care who you like
Torment, self-loathing (um?), where do I sign?
Toadmilk, pure dope, road mural
Malformed succubi, split into plurals
I've been rappin' about the samе shit (uh)w, I should stop it
Still brain zappin' off H lysergic droplets
I'm totally coverеd by sky psyops drop nets
Diggin' crates, dust in cupboards
Ghost of the spelunker, coked up and hunkered
Collapsed the underground like a bunker buster
False prophet beard divine being
Finger gals to All Eye Seein'
Yak smokin', the line greenish
John Holliday spittin' tuberculosis in a rag, dry-heavin'
I just gassed Flight 370, the ETA
I'm tricyclic, on TCA's
Flippin' bars (word) like Tom Cruise ODin' on EDA
Man, I stood relevant like BTK
BLAK Church like The Source family, absorb gamma beams
In the morgue under the first floor crammin' beats
Sitting covered in crime scene blood like, Namaste
And self-indulge, radamant aid, droppin' hate
And gas canisters on the campus of the common faith
Llama spat at cha, my big chef's hat
Cookin' freebase, off your spatula
Liquid shit spackled tongue
Fried and deadly, creepin' black, tarantula

Outro:

- You mean that the masterpiece isn't finished yet?
- Oh well, just give me another week, I need a favor from you first of all, I will need an extra five hundred
- Five hundred dollars now, and two months ago it was two hundred dollars for your girlfriend's abortion, and three weeks later it was a hundred and fifty dollars for extra material costs!
- I just need the five hundred to keep the (inaudible) off my back
- Oh for Christ's sake
- This is gonna be my greatest piece, what do you see, love it