[Verse 1]
Beasts in a forest
I reckon beg for the mortgage
Hellish, hotheaded
Hopping heaping fences
And rummaging door to door and
Pretty, pride, petty and greedy beyond the porches
Im telling yall now we beasts in the forest
A chorus of young blood
“I'm important and I want more and shores and no chores, a house away from poor us.”
Wanna escape the forest but vines up on my forearms
Bills from the tills go missing I swear it ain't us
Thumbs in the air, I'm running this shit is anus
Pills from the sacks, selling minors on back corners
Horrors on the porches
And whores running to crack porters
Pillage, flame, rape
A village of game players
And same prayers, they raw dogging teens
With lagers that done proper
They harbored down by the harbor
They harder than hard rockers
They harder than hard criminals
Diamonds, Platinum, Inconel
[Chorus]
Rotted Cells
From the toes to the scalp
Im telling yall now we beasts in the alps
Help? No, I know none
Put ya’ belt on the shelf
Its that leather that I hate to be felt
[Verse 2]
We the beasts in the bush
And we beat on the chest like we beat on the toosh
Savages, mad cows, we godless in our management
You think our fucking God like the ravaging?
You think it fucking odd all the damages?
Additives in sandwiches
Im talking vicodin
Take advantages
“Im calling pigs
Rat out Mike and ‘em.”
Cause it's no honor
And it's no wonder
No wanderer
Would ever ponder
To sit watch
Lend us a palm and
Drown in the fucking sonder