Guillotine (Demo)

Fresh out the scene
Call me Mr. Clean with that Listerine
Got Salma, she get in between
And she give head like a guillotine
Intervene
Charlie Sheen with that crack rock
Turn a critic to a mascot
And I’m feeling like I hit the fucking jackpot

So oh well, man that’s that
She said that her ass fat
It's not bad but I had to pass
It’s crackin’ like a bad back
Moving like it’s NASDAQ
Oh, I had a flashback
To the time I gave a fuck
Because the fucks I gave were not enough
Do I have to add a hundred bucks
To every time I gave a fuck?
You can see me waiting up
I fall asleep, been taking some
So fucking wake me up
I’m in this dream not waking up
Maybe I ain’t take enough
Saying that I’m dangerous
Sniff an eighth of angel dust
And this the type to anger us
Let’s not discuss the incidentals
I’m type beat, free instrumental
I’m oriental and a little mental
Them sentimental thoughts start to cave in
Who you saving
On the pavement
That’s so Raven
Thoughts are racing
Even though I over stayed vacation
I am stationed
Got useless information
Get into formation
What a time to be alive
I fucking change location
And I am in no relation
To the bullshit and the fake shit
Cause nowadays there’s always fakeness and hatred
Could never take this faceless and tasteless
God gracious, your faces look plastic
Acting generic in classic fashion
And fabric until we’re drastically ashes

Fresh out the scene
Call me Mr. Clean with that Listerine
Got Salma, she get in between
And she give head like a guillotine
Intervene
Charlie Sheen with that crack rock
Turn a critic to a mascot
And I’m feeling like I hit the fucking jackpot