Wind Sprints

By Boxguts

On G U T S

Released on February 28, 2015

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Drinking and getting retarded all charged up

Back visiting Atlanta taking the MARTA

Taking tags til draining the ink-well of my new marker

Sniffing this paint, shrooming and spewing harder

Spit and puke flying darts to aim, hit, and rip my alien targets up

These iron bars buck

Banging bangers, crush aligned bright minds to spacey star dust

Wasted on Mars drunk

Posting guard will only have your main guard stuck

Maim and marked up

Frames carved and covered with large cuts

Strung up in piano wire locked in bondage then guitar plucked

Yeah

Skate blades across jugular veins

Tearing open throats spraying some Clint Malarchuk

Eyeballs pulled from agape faces and jarred up

You barf bugs as your gut reacts to larva

Sharpening a tusk

I'm a charge up in you and bust out the other side n pull hard up

Watch your whole insides erupt

Then start to rush out, let the fountain gush now

"[laughing] A very good joke indeed."

Reaper beast feasting, I'm a keep it Eating Back to Life

In Eden, a Cannibal Corpse, Butchered at Birth, breathing into bagpipes

Revitalize after bad sacrifice

Ether bleeder, mission n curse, spit and destroy Earth

Piss oil into its dirt and enjoy the blast site

Bold mustard fragrance, fresh flesh on sabers

Dull rusty, blade severed headed savior

Sodomy born oddities, phlebotomy more trauma being

Rock salt zombie gobblings chomping your Dalai Lama beings

Spot fires up in the sky while a craft passes by

Light the skama n fly getting burnt way up high

Filling murderous joints with raw herbal lines

Certified murker style, foul pages blazing minds

Til limbs separate and burst when suppuration flies