Fat, bloated fuck choked to death on his own sick

On the throne sits a corpse leaking out shit

Roll him off the fuckin casket made of porcelain

Another takes his place, he’ll be dead before next morning

So expendable the figureheads of industry

Scared to be nothing, the fallacy of legacy

When i been dirt since birth, a pariah strapped with leprosy

So i don’t give a fuck if you say that you’ve never heard of me

Fuck the idolatry, the praise and the fame

This isn’t for the attention, i know i’ll never be paid

This a function of existence, lest i lay in the grave

Disemboweled, intestines blown out with the shit on display

Translucent flesh and glass bones

Let he who hath nothing cast the first stone

Spillin my guts, leaving gore where i may roam

I’m just trying to leave a huge fucking mess when i go

So i’ve been taking notes from all caps with spaces

True spirit straight, eight distillations

Knock it back, straight in your fuckin faces

Pay no mind to the jaded in stasis

Just write dope shit & spit like you’re on fire

Keep the beats sordid like an arms supplier

Till i’m killed by death, rather die than retire

Do nothing else this shit right here my only desire

Live life as an art generator

Pull the trigger, worry bout the income later

Money doesn’t rule me, barely a motivator

The cash is nice but i do this for something greater

(voiddweller) gained the power of self respect

Don’t know how to acquiesce, so what the fuck you expect

(cept) gross beats on deck, & words I can’t forget

So i give no fucks if you’re unimpressed