Volume 6 (ost 8th the human)

Verse

Secret hook in every sticky hook
Sneaky rappers playing on the leather flute
Remind me beggars, with no attitude

Petty game changers in the belly of the fatty gay
Feces bangers
Pieces stick to dicks which then stayed on fagots teeth

Miss me with that coterie of codeine cocksuckers
Hollering xan hustlers
Hiding in blue castles
I’m out of this
Bitch, look around
Better shut your stupid mouth
Before little hopie beat you down
And check this out

I’m walking in the woods
With the body bag
Full of funny heads
And severed bunny’s tails
Bite my shiny ass
Call me teddy bear
In the Kanye West costume
In that teddy bear costume
In the Cornella’s cartoons

I create monsters from nightmares and complexes
Feed em flesh, they killing my confidence, in consequence
Vomiting blood after vodka poisoning
Monstrous hangover, withdrawal and abstinence

Hook
It seems like my head is big hive

Verse

These days I tried to kill the Man in a suitcase
Stupid motherfucker hang himself with a bootlace
To Let him rot in the fucking tub was my mistake
And if you’re reading this it’s too late
It’s too drake

The smell is so vile, so it hurts even third eye
I had to get rid of the body back in July
Dead sociopath give problems even after dead
Even after mister monster had buried him
It’s still there

I feel it in my tummy
How he’s scratching in my guts
Once i sleep, he try to sneak into my thoughts
He’s digging tunnels in my chest
Wipe the sleep out of my eyes, next
Digging out the window
For uninvited guest

It’s probably been a couple days
Or it’s a couple weeks
Since i got fucked up like this
Nightmares and complexes
I’m having dreams where I have to literally scream
Myself awake

Shit