i really love you all so much, if you are reading this just know i couldn't do it without your help <3

what's it like to be happy?

GRIEF (prod. ginseng)

lyrics

all you pussies piss me off/ urinal stalls and alpha dogs/ harder than sasquatch and all the bedrock/ while i’m selling auctions/ on and off i often need a charge like i was missing calls/ sing writtens that you ripping off/ wig splitting til my wrist dislodged/ pack em in a suitcase ship em off and kill the witness off/ asking their location i don’t know like i’m dismissing law/ i don’t condone the violence/ buying vicodin to hide you’re soft/ riding finding foes to pay no mind to why they mind is off/ i tend to bend the rules of heaven ending like a hybrid car/ or residents neglecting precedent to have a silent dog/ the wildest in the office/ bodies pile up in the closet/ stench of rotting torsos as cologne to show he’s finally lost it/ wearing all his trophies like a bear to serve as carpet/ pawning off his potent products to the people at the market/ he’s got a pistol aiming at his cranium/ the crazy kid/ razor blade and heroin to share his fucking vein again/ manipulating metaphors to show that he’s the craziest/ and lacing ink in paper just like fentanyl in cannabis/ whoa/ vomiting and spewing puny fever symptom handler/ temperature that’s higher than the least deceased charmander/ habanero dipped in fucking aerosol canisters/ knock over the displays and disrespect the store managers/ king of rome like romulus/ hidden face anonymous/ on the move like tonka truck that waves around a tommy gun/ spit inside the oculus/ convince the court to plead the fifth/ ingesting lobster with chopsticks piloting a rocket ship/ vegan pieces as alternative/ to save the rotting shit/ feed the beast a cheeseless macaroni and a vodka sip/ meatless chicken almonds instead of feces covered chocolate/ and watch him even out the thesis prepared for the fuck of it/ that’s redundant/ like a getaway driver that decides to take the scenic route/ spit the tip like eating out/ flick the cig ashes rip passive tip the tea with spout/ writtens flip massive shit taxes to receive amounts/ all these rich bastards think assets can’t be seen without/ working stiff backwards stick flashing so i’m down and out/ it’s soul/

Insane

GhostBoy:(

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