[Dez]

It be the Dez fucking matic and I'm dead to the world

And I could give half of a fuck what I said to your girl

And even less you wanna think I got a lack of respect

But when we all roll out like I cracked the cassette

We get spastic and sweat it by ya whack chick-a-check it

If you want it you can get it bitch if that's your request

And if it's beef, then let it settle and add some flour to the style

Come on

Shit is all gravy

We can shower you with [?]

All cowards do is watch

To me you pure bitch

Like you raised in a kennel of pits on sore tits

Youa teeth clamped [?] shit we swarm thick

Now your eye's more crooked than bottles of warm piss

And I don't record shit for followers bored with

The hollow and corporate

Ya opticals more fixed on me than on your own

Fucking watch your back

While I watch you front like you spot me sacks

And I just doesn't know what you came here to see

But could you please stop staring at me

"What the fuck you looking at"

Before I wipe that fucking face off your head bitch

Stop fucking looking at me

"Like that"

And I isn't known to be one of them dudes who needs everybody looking at me

"Who me?"

I'd rather starve to death before I starve for attention

Stop fucking looking at me

Psyche!

So look at me and all of my splendid grotesqueries

Look at me not to the right of me or left of me

But look at me and put a spotlight upon my wretchedness

And look at me, can you tell that my attention has a deficit

Nah because I'd rather be able to blend in

Instead of the square peg set up on with square lenses

If it even matters what I confess to you

Especially since [?] of you obsess over the spectacle

Of a slobber mouthed four-tonged freakazoid

Naturally spazzed out

Dezzie never needed roids

And as I lead the droids back to the factory

Where robots like you are manufactured masterfully

All of the sudden I forget where I am

The database doesn't recognize my retinal scan

And now your looking at me saying shit "Oh no not you"

You damn skippy bitch I'm a robot too

And I just doesn't know what you came here to see

But could you please stop staring at me

"What the fuck you looking at"

Before I wipe that fucking face off your head bitch

Stop fucking looking at me

"Like that"

And I isn't known to be one of them dudes who needs everybody looking at me

"Who me?"

I'd rather starve to death before I starve for attention

Stop fucking looking at me

Psyche!

See I've been known to say some shit that makes the freaks flirt

And of course you make these internet geeks smirk

Meanwhile somewhere in Smalbany New York

Rocking an Icon the Mic King "Fuck you Pay me" t-shirt

Soon to be fans coming up to me "yo your shirt's ill"

But you don't hear me though

So please observe skill

Before the dramatic effect keep your eyes shut good

Now I can in detail begin to describe what

These mother fucking visuals is

And put your brain out on parole from it's miserable bid

They pass their little judgements on whatever we accused of

Every finger pointed at you is a sharpened toothbrush

And every so-called friend's a rabid jackal

And all the walls is padded up in this tabernacle

And everyone has wings

The saved and the heathens

You've gotta do the knowledge of def angels and demons

[?] got a staring problem

Losacka he's got a staring problem

That mother fucker Nobs got a staring problem

Shuggie Shakes has got a staring problem

Eh Wiffle Balls got a staring problem

Dezmatic I got a staring problem

Where's the fuck's Hippo at man?

You've got a staring problem

Whatever

Woke up tied up

Strapped to a hand truck

Desperately squirming to get a hand free but I can't "fuck"

Most likely the basement

Smell the damp musk

Everything is black

And then someone turns the lamp up

And stands on a non-descript wooden desk in the corner

With a female standing next to the desk and someone wheels me towards her

The light gets brighter but as I get closer and I see the face of my wife

I call out to her but my face is covered with duct tape and it's tight

I shake and I fight

But it's useless

Suddenly confused as I look back at the face of my wife she seems focused

Somewhat complacent in spite of the fact that one of her hands comes up from under her waist with a knife

She waits

Then gracefully strikes deep into my heaving chest she places the spike

Carving a heart shaped box with each serrated slice

After she's done she retracts from the blung

The blade she wipes on her puckered lips

With her tongue she licks and tastes my life

But for some reason I'm still conscious and awake with fright

She shucks the shiv and thrusts her fists into the hole she dug

Pulls out my still pumping pulpy heart and holds it up

Plows through the plumb tomato in gulps and chunks

Till she throws up blood while I loose my pulse and slump

You know it's love if your life ends like this

So you can eat your fucking heart out

See ya next life, bitch

She can't hear me

But I know she sees me

And if you love that evil angel scream easy