Trophy Case

By Prilly T.

On Dear Rudiff

Released on March 8, 2017

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PRILLY T: Aye bro, is that your car?

MAN: Yea

PRILLY T: Well, can you move it?

This is where I usually park, thanks

Shit… why am I here again?

I don’t even know, I hate this place

Is this your first time?

MAN: What’s your problem?

PRILLY T: My problem? Umm…

I got a call from my shrink

She said she think it be time for a checkup

I told her no more medication

That’s how she keep me in inviso-fucking handcuffs

Get down to real deep shit

Bitch, you better man-up!

I said I’m not going back

But she be pulling like crack rock

Attack dog—I turn into if I don’t listen

I got a creature in me, and he been sneaking around

Saying things, doing things you would probably frown upon, bro

MAN: You’re crazy, man

PRILLY T: What, you think I’d make that up?

MAN: Yea

PRILLY T: Nigga, fuck you. I got real problems

MAN: Whatever you say, man

PRILLY T: You’re my biggest one, right now

You and this nasty elevator

This elevator smell like piss and smoke

You’d think they’d keep it clean

Lest they wanna go and trigger someone

Last time I’s here, I heard they had a situation

One of the doctors had been fucking with his patients

I know, it’s messed up!

Like, how you get your license and shit?

You’d think they’d have a test for that

And we’re the stupid ones?

Shit, all these doctors, bro, they be on the same boat

They helping us to help themselves not to knife their own throats

Ice cold—I’m told, but they on a different level

A flip switch—clicked

She said it hit like a rebel

Revel in animus

An animal standing this close to the glass will crack

And that’s why I’m a stupid one

BARBARA; Hey, Prilly

PRILLY T: Hey, Barbara

BARBARA: How are you?

PRILLY T: I been pretty great

BARBARA: I’ve been calling you

PRILLY T: I know I haven’t picked up my phone—I been a’ flaking…

BARBARA: Are you avoiding me?

PRILLY T: I’m not avoiding you. I just got more important shit to do

BARBARA: Like what?

PRILLY T: I don’t know, like… shit?

Still writing Rudiff, yea

Naw, he hasn’t wrote me back

He’s a busy fucking dude!

Ain’t got time for my bitching and complaining

Entertaining as it is

I’m like a fucking cloud puking problems on his head

Completely understandable, the nigga wants to bathe in some sun

Let go? Bitch, I’ve excommunicated like… everyone

I write to Rudiff ‘cause he understands

He was there!

You was sitting in your comfy doctor chair

Eating snacks, tryna’ crack people’s heads

If I told you half the shit that I thought, you’d probably end up dead

I don’t want your medication, bitch

Do your fucking job!

I don’t wanna be a zombie, I just wanna feel normal again

Ice cold—I’m told, but they on a different level

A flip switch—clicked

She said it hit like a rebel

Revel in animus

An animal standing this close to the glass will crack

And that’s why I’m a stupid one

We can’t let of our problems, they made their home

We like to hold ‘em like a trophy

-Keep ‘em close to our hearts

Makes me feel special

Knowing nobody else has seen what I’ve seen

And that’s why I’m a stupid one

I could take you down deeper...

I could be the escort...

But when that darkness gets thicker, don’t call mission abort

I’m sorry, but if you really wanna’ help me

You’ll try to tag along

So take a breath, we going under...

When I was seven years old, I took a slingshot

And killed a baby robin—shot a toad with a pellet gun

It’s not that weird, children do that all the time

What makes me different is I kept the bodies in my pillowcase...

I thought the smell they made was soothing

And Rudiff? He lived right down the street

He was also into killing helpless animals

And people start to notice when their pets is going missing

That’s when we started up the fishing

See, people throw a fit

When Mr. Fluffles has his fucking head ripped off

But no one cares when you cut up a fish

Rip out its guts, stomp it, smash on it tree

Yo, Rudiff took a bite and had the gills between his teeth

But it wasn’t enough

When I was just seventeen

We found this hooker, and we picked her up off of the street

He strangled her, and sawed her head off with a butter knife

Then he stuck his dick inside her throat hole and climaxed

And me? I watched it like a fucking imax

I was so impressed!

Thinking, “Man… I need to try that shit!”

That’s why I write him, fuck!

Got me excited!

Nobody has the bond that we have

Nigga, we brothers for life

Ice cold—I’m told, but they on a different level

A flip switch—clicked

She said it hit like a rebel

Revel in animus

An animal standing this close to the glass will crack

And that’s why I’m a stupid one

We can’t let of our problems, they made their home

We like to hold ‘em like a trophy

-Keep ‘em close to our hearts

Makes me feel special

Knowing nobody else has seen what I’ve seen

And that’s why I’m a stupid one

Hey, guess who’s getting fucked up tonight?

Fucking bitch