Beautiful Ditch - Intellectual

[Verse 1: Doseone]

Sick cattle

That’s not the sort of steed that one saddles

Forced through the trees, can’t see, baffled

Goes [gaffled?]

Compassion stashed on compartments because I have to

Like a chopper[?] what[?] tackle[?]

I know what that really spells

Like when comedians kill themselves

Or when a beating truly helps

When glands swell, well well well

I surmise everyone dies while the kings advertise

Dead eyes truly do buy

Extravagantly packaged bags of dick

Or this, or that, or perhaps extreme sports

Or rap, or bait, or just trap, or human sap, or hat on a hat

[Hook: Doseone]

When the world gets perfectly sick, the rich aggressively sit

While the poor can only dance and build a beautiful ditch

When the world gets perfectly sick, the rich aggressively sit

While the poor can only dance and build a beautiful ditch

When the world gets perfectly sick, the rich aggressively sit

While the poor can only dance and build a beautiful ditch

When the world gets perfectly sick, the rich aggressively sit

While the poor can only dance and build a beautiful ditch

[Bridge 1: Doseone]

Sick man don’t eat days a week (meanwhile)

Millionaires mean nothing to me (meanwhile)

I would help wolves eat all police (meanwhile)

Hunters throw away the meat (meanwhile)

[Verse 2: Doseone]

Most muggers read the scared sound of your feet before they eat

Meanwhile wealthy men watch eagles sleep or beagles feast

On fresh-caught fox, there is no heaven, only cops

So keep your thoughts about you and armor all around you

Decide like knives, what you won’t and aren’t allowed to

While the world runs poisonous pipe-cleaning through

Everything right in sacred sight to decimate life in all directions

Inaction (what) (what) the fuck is happening

I’m gasping [at the?] layers like one casually grabs for a aspirin

I'm laughin', but I'm not laughin'

[Bridge 2: Doseone]

(On it go) to all unemployed bees

(On it go) to all half-destroyed seas

(On it go) to all our tiny trees

(On it go) with the poisonous leaves

[Hook]

When the world gets perfectly sick, the rich aggressively sit

While the poor can only dance and build a beautiful ditch

When the world gets perfectly sick, the rich aggressively sit

While the poor can only dance and build a beautiful ditch

When the world gets perfectly sick, the rich aggressively sit

While the poor can only dance and build a beautiful ditch

When the world gets perfectly sick, the rich aggressively sit

While the poor can only dance and build a beautiful ditch

[Outro samples]

(I don't give a fuck about none of you) On it go

And death shall have no dominion

When their bones are picked clean and the clean bones gone

They shall have stars at elbow and feet