RE$URRECTIN’

By BOY FROOT

On ßITCH $HIFT

Released on January 10, 2014

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Sippin' on a craft brew, got a rude attitude

Laughin, I ain't mad at you, the traffic bad I can't get through

Pornographic point of view, shit is classic, misconstrue

The message that I'm sendin is a blessin' in a sentence

Did I forget to mention that I need an intervention?

Not for weed or for attention but recedin' my aggression

Make em bleed within a second I just feed the demon presence

Do the deed an evil essence reads a scription to the heavons

Jack the Ripper taught me lessons

Drink some liquor get out my weapons

Nobody's sicker my profession is havin' sessions wit possessions

Confessions to obsessions will just lead me to depression

Impressions on my adolesence left me wit all these questions

Now I gotta switch directions, hit a wall and then correct it

Standin' tall, I am perfection, judgement call, you can't elect him

I'm appalled by your objection, kick your balls and your erection

Down ya fall, I'm resurrectin'

Come out the grave bitch, I'm resurrectin'