Gunshot Art

Intro:

Yeah, alchemy, yo

Verse 1:

The sun too different, unscrewed rivets
Take the pen to war, go Sun Tzu with it
Tunnel vision (woah), sin blue tinted
Destroy creation, then the one who did it (Hahahaha)
I flip, revolving nines, solvents fried
My brain, an almond sized, evolve or die
Fire, 'til the spring broken (Wah!)
Split your orbital, bone apart, I'm King Joseph
Throw you in a bonfire then celebrate, for Spring Solstice (Hahahahaha!)
Stomach shot, guts will pop out, like they was spring loadеd
Drain your blood in the cups, and drink bloated (Haa!)
Separatе your body from mine, watch eyes blink open
May I come over now?
I call collect, from a phone in town, I'm sobered out (Sober)
The van got a chair in it, holstered down
There'll be a stranger in your crib like an open house (Yo, what the fuck, man?)
Dumpsites in human daze (What?)
That means, flyest hats when nudists play (wait, what?)
Anubis cake
Make Kahuna waves, then I'mma slide off like, wearin' a human face

Interlude:

It is a human horror story of ghastly proportions and, profound reverberations, but because it is human perhaps we can learn something from it, but please, let me warn you, it is not for the squeamish, or the faint-hearted

Verse 2:

Yeah, yo, I'll panhandle the fire in the wok
My last DMT trip set fire to my socks (Woah!)
Haters like abused infants gettin' tired of the drops
My funeral pyre will be my next fire when I rock
Put down the flowers like ex-hippies, dab booger instead
And I sip my prustelo? with sugar and lead
You wanna battle, I'm Bueller
Compose death made in
I'm Schubert, ligaments and packs in the cooler
Sponsoring a Dunlop cart
The universe laser scanned my shine, sun got bars
Fuck Pop charts, the fun stops sharp
Brain splatter against canvas, gunshot art