RUST BUCKET

[BRUXISM]
Nothing left to save you from wrath of all your Karma
Drill inside your head injecting poison like I'm dhalmer
You so fucking stupid that you make me wanna vomit
Call it what you wanna call it that’s a promise
No!
I've had enough!
Fuck!
I just wanna see you fucking rot
Ahh
No!
I've had enough!
Fuck you
Don’t talk to me don't trust you
Fuck you
I could really do without it promise
Will you just do me a solid
And think about it just honestly
Why the fuck are you constantly
So obsessed with apologies
Why you wanna be wannabes
Wanna another commodity
Just to feed your economy
Bitch I'm sick of it
All your little rules and your polices
From the dirt you came
To the dirt you go
Get down motherfucker down it's about to blow

[LORD DISTORTION]
Got my Face down
In a pile of the mufukin gears
Put your key board down, and the virus in the sphere
Artificial ain't no vitamins and minerals
That Big shot on him in the vitals and its critical

Dirt cogging
Bitch i Put computers
On the earth's sockets
Curb stomping
Industry
Them analytics skyrocket
Eyes on the pipe
Crack synthesized
To cybotics
Stem cells
Screeching
For the pleasures hold the mind hostage

Got tracks around the scene but they can never get a placement ever been a thing sowe gon bring it to the basics
Grinding on my teeth until my jaw becoming vacant
Take away his image and he feeling very naked

Dirty slimy piece of all the garbage and the sewer
Cucka build up cock it back and hit the longest for the viewer
Users flocking to the surface. Put the croc up in the cooter
Shoulda coulda woulda boy we scoffing at the loser

Get down in the dirt bitch face your time
You gotta drown in your thirst to find your way to the light
Hopping out of this earth, to find his way to the light

You have no one
Bitch you having nothing
Please dont you show up
Get from out the cut g
Please fuck your tone up
You ain't ever pleasing
Me, make him throw up
Punt him out the fucking scene