[Verse 1: APSTRAKT]

Walking with a walkie talkie feeling cocky

In the midst of a mist deeper than the red fire exit

The end's on

Weight lifts, heads shift

'Cuz I'm wearing party hats while riding public transit

It's the end of autumn at the bottom

Of the pill bottle, got 'em

With my drugs and I throttle em' I'm

Fucked up like a right winged dyke

And the boom box blasting nitrate

And the sight trails

Off when the E hits

Zanies and deep shit

And can't see straight 'cuz my head's on with gaff tape it's

Far too late for me to get my shit straight

You see I can't comprehend anything my doctor says

It's like I'm drowning head down over water

Every day that goes by gets a little bit harder

Every puff I smoke gets a little bit hotter

My throat strings are grey making shit hard to swallow

It seems like I'm kind of stuck in this haze

Where time is streamlined into one big parade

An endless to sell shit

Hardcore Billy Mayes

Of dope and coke and snorting research salt soaps

And God gropes in hopes that you brought the rope

When you can't cope or sort all the lines that you wrote in court

When the jury said that I was guilty

Put me away 'cuz my conscience is filthy

[GROUP CHANT]

Cook- Thugless

Cook- Thugless

(Repeat x3)

[Verse 2: APSTRAKT]

Turn me sideways, up into a staircase

Lock me up, my dick is numb and I think I'm a racist

I keep having thoughts, dreams, burning epitaphs

Blacking out, force trauma, brain matter, horse crap

It's up my heart beats heart palpitations

Teresa falls up the stares blankly at the spaces

Between the eyes my broken mind exaggerations

My body's getting desperate I need rejuvenation

Mu grandpa's in a salad

He's a veggie brain-bread

Jesus got him fish and chips and now he's just a grateful dead

From the soul up, ash inside a gold cup

While the living slutting count to three for a good nut

But fuck with family under a bus i'll find you

Open up your throat and climb inside to watch you burn, jew

C-section

Stab you with my erection

Then stalk you to bed just to make you 'gun get some

Zimba zumba, gracias por la rumba

Stomp you in the mouth like you a mothafuckin' Goomba

Brain doo-doo and a bag full of bad juju

Walk a mile in your shoes off a cliff so I can end you

[Jeff P.]

Earth angel now will you be mine?