Starfall

Entering reality
Racking up the tally of casualties on my balcony
Macbook with packets of crack rocks and scattered teeth
I lost the track of how many scalpels he had that had him bleed
Dad had seen him passed out lacking the will to grab and plead
His father's last breath was his gasp soon as he passed the scene
Attracting all the blood lust gathered within my hatchet
Then he's one with the asphalt, red splatters amassed his feet
Grabbing any narcotic that's in his closet
Depositing half a pop of some oxycontins to actually feel something that's other than wanting to cut a momma's spleen
Or spreading arteries along the pavement of my artistry
My songs arе made to scare the socks off of mothеrs
Or getting under the covers of bitches who's sucking bundy's dick
Getting high is also a plus plus
I'm tryna get 300 and fly like a mothership or i'm done with this
Get some cutlery, take position, and cut my wrists
Sacrifice her loved ones, rap about it and bump eclipse
Uppercut the table same color jeff winger
While snorting the cocaine, my penchant for getting faded
I'm a young shirley bennett that's tending to slapping tenants up
Pretend a blush, whole time plotting to teleport above
Order up, cohorts slashing the tendons of a cunt
Cupped hands, whores in the cut planning to run and come
Sixth element, willis shouldn't have kept me shut
Welcome to the underworld, ready up, i'm satan's son
Shawty saw my cape and she thought that i was saving bums
Whole time, my last name dahmer and you're my steak for lunch
Fuck a fridge, my stomach is taking neighbors
Or anything with a possible flavor in it, today i'm hungry
Under the sun, there's not another fucker as ugly
As the attacker that's rapping upon this track with cut teeth
To keep it blunt, bitch i'm ashing the back of the game
Hands in the back of it while i'm snapping its back with a chain
Bitches attempting to fabricate an excuse to delay staying
Without a question get thwacked on the back of their brain
No matter how small or smooth it is
With head comes a rufalin, that's truly what the movement is
Resume with the foolishness, i guarantee the ruger splits
And chews through the roof of your mouth to leave a pool of internal fluids and piss

Lubricant ain't required when slip and sliding
Inside of my ward, all that i need is knife, get me one
Distract me from my endless desire to tie the knot
And let my whole line of writing reply for itself, tonight i'm done
Grab a gun, fuck the function, plunge one in my skull
And watch results of all my acts as their running amok
The underworld had said they had my back, but now i'm stuck
Inside catastrophes that happened by the side of my trunk