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Just putrefaction, no satisfaction
I tried to run but no grip, no traction
No time to explain why every day's a pain
Every day's the same, every man has shame
The every man wakes up and swallows a pill marked with crossbones
Can't go to sleep for the sun rings with harsh tones
Ring ring, vibrate, each quake breaks a bone
Tut tut, mind state, each of us dies alone
Each of us picks up the phone, christ can be left on read
Each of us is breaking bread and passing food with hands of lead
Poisoning, deafening, the canary's song is oh so quiet
Falling down, scrape my knees, didn't know my blood was violet
You can't open your mouth and I don't want to hear it
Choke on words unspoken for tokens, I fear it
Token tokens soak up and soak in a broken man
Soak up all you can, the capitalist's only plan
And so my only plan is to stack p like this is only fans
Lonley han solo type, stoned I spit an ode to ganj
Composing plans while in the frozen lands
The polar man, coming like Sanji with the gropey hands
Solar clan you know we praise the sun
Earth worm jim up in my suit shooting my lazer gun
You know I blaze for fun/
Rocket ship hot boxed, vapors hit the craters bruv
So take a look, as I emerge from the wreckage
Body burnt, but im cursed with this message
To tell you your a prick there it is now I've said it
I'd tatt that shit upon your head, if I could just only spell it
But I can't cause I'm a dope fiend see
My old dome broke, see these gross dreams leak
Out the cracks and start to drip and then slowly bleed
Into the floor and there they form into the OGGs
The bald OG with the MPC
Determined to take over your world with the beats I breed
Got all the seats I need for breaking bread with thieves
If you're breaking bad with me, I'm Walt, you're Jesse
Still run up and give you a kick like I'm messi
Less stressed on the beat, but irl, don't test me
Underdressed, me? Of course, can't best me
I ain't worn denim since 2013
Blast off, we light up and I'm fucking mashed off
Still licking shots as you pray with my fucking kastov
A cast iron slapped on the burning pyre
Where I've piled corpses of tories and liars
Perverted desires where suppliers reply with what I require
If the docks are dry life's dire dire
These have been the ramblings of Bald Breens esquire
Watch as I lay back take drags and expire
Sped by ya on my flying nimbus
Climb to dizzy heights while we supply ya with these violent scriptures
Nito, I make you writhe with sickness
Lying stiff shaking as you pray and plead your lifes forgivness
I'm situated way above clouds
Flicking all these the pennies at the ground
Ones lodged in your head like Lenny pick it out
To greet your Mrs till she dips cause you're a severed looking clown
They call me Jesse in my pink man
Hank shrader haymaker destined for your shit clan
I started feeling kinda skitz man
So I chopped my demons up and stashed em in a bin bag
And left em round the back where my brain lies
Underneath the ground with a shitty little grave site
Lay by the grave is some candles, see the flames rise
And they light a giant wreath of weed that gets the place high

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