Funeral Cosmetics

Intro:

Feel themselves in effect should be preached?, different from everyone else, and they might, have very tragic or malevolent feelings about the human race

Verse:

Yo, this Andy in coka
At home kissin' the king cobra
Smokin' myself into a coma
Tortured born bushes like, the angel of Jehovah
Rope and ski mask in the Nova, smellin' like ammonia (Well, damn)
Jumped up and geeked, an upper freak
Face comin' outta my teeth, tryna get to the Greek
Smokin' a Jeffrey, dumpin' a suitcase like Henry
Steppin' out deathly, I'm the MANDMT
The high got me half deaf, makin' hand signs
Gullet stuffed with depressants, but I'm anti
Sippin' lean from a deer park, 5 gallon tank
Walkin' Miscarriage, grab the shank, style goofy like Aaron Banks
The hogs and pigs, be lurkin' where my locker is
Slobberin' all over your fuckin' food, I'm a slob in shame (Hey)
My stomach bottomless
I'm Sam Kinison's ghost with a jar of blow with a diner, wearin' a lobster bib
I advocate rebellion, smokin' and pill poppin'
My ill columns will push your hairline back, like Phil Collins
Fuck votin' for a side, I'm still the left aim
And send in the next patient, I'm takin' bong hits 'til my chest cave in
Dead famous, smashed to the horror
Rest in Peace Tobe Hooper, and Wes Craven, drawn adult still
Runnin', goin' ape at the hotel like Dunston
Nose encrusted, sweatin' like Billy Hayes at customs
Creature from out the dustpan on a substance
You fuckin' buggin', I'll take off your head where you shruggin'

Outro:

- Jesus Christ
- Not in my book
- This looks like some sort of primitive folk art
- I think it's repulsive