It’s corpses

I will leave you speechless

Never facetious

Leaving folk curious

I ain’t gotta purpose

But that shit ain't on purpose

If I go from rags to riches

I’ll just give it all away

Cause this is simply

A sprint to the grave

My life is fucking pointless anyway

Commonplace to wanna die everyday

Just a Heathen spitting this verse

Joy riding in a hearse

Middle finger to the church

So what if a person decides to curse

Anyway

What are they cursing

When I say the word fucking

A female doesn’t just appear and proceed to start sucking

Actually that would be a blessing

Hail Mary

Full of grace

Godspeed to the fucks I once gave

Who am I

Many people ask

Just a nobody

That tweakin motherfucker

Leavin bodies

I don’t mascaraed my feelings

I just wanna hang like Im clothing

Life doesnt make sense

So I pick up the pen

And I try to comprehend

When I’m on acid then I like to pretend

That I know

We all share a connection

But then I remember it’s just a hallucination

Most my life I’ve felt impaired

But tried to keep a rationale like Voltaire

I will let you know

It’s okay to play chess with insanity

But in the end it’s Checkmate

Cause we all face fate inevitably

Feeling psycho

Might as well be Halloween

Cause I’m finna pull a Michael

Turn you to ash like Pompeii

Bitch Im arcane

Lusting for that cocaine

2 grams in the motherfucking blunt

Getting lifted

While I’m listening to grunge

Perma trip like its SLC Punk

Go to Costco eat samples for lunch

I don’t drive by

I wanna look you in your eyes

As I commit the homicide

If I pull up

And you’re alive

Motherfucker you gon die

Knock out your taillights

Slit open your windpipe

You’re nothing but

Road kill in my headlights

The purge is my archetype

Welcome to my wicked side

I am plagued by these thoughts inside

You’re just a subordinate

A biodegradable peasant

It’s quite apparent

I’m that dreadful motherfucker

Yearning for murder

My mind isn’t in the gutter

It’s in the sewer

People are annoying

Like the motherfucking flu

Bunch of looky loos

People like you make me wanna Seppuku

It would be amazing just to straight up

Merk you

I would gladly make you my first tear drop tattoo

Even though there were there motherfuckers before you

You’re predictable

Honestly replaceable

Nothing remarkable

Earth is infested with Neanderthals

Fucking airheads

Pop em like a air bed

Now they’re fucking dead

Salute the dirt

This is where I shall follow

My chest is always hollow