Name: My Medicine (ft.Gerk) by Jxzmine
Duration: 3 min 7 s
Description: A song about battling addiction and the demons in your mind.

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A song about battling addiction and the demons in your mind.

My Medicine (ft.Gerk)

JakeWolf, DDC, J Bigga- i like blondes remix

(this track was inspired by my 4th step inventory)

already killed your avatar on the sims already burned you alive + sawed off your limbs already ground you + sold you as slim jims already taped over your favorite church hymns with my bat mitzvah torah reading i report all the torrents you’re seeding in the afterlife i’m the whore you’ll be needing all you’re good for is bleeding + breeding to create a blond skater master race you fuck like a grandpa: need a faster pace it's more efficient to just masturbate i meditate while all the men marinate oops didn't mention my murderous history so let's solve this murder mystery i'm in the library with a candlestick and you just won't believe how i handle dick

binge watch law + order / make slaw out of my slaughters / i'm the corporeal contorter / obliterate brick + mortar

seems you’re just another chip off the old block when i compare yours to your old man’s cock get you both together then pop the glock mouth full of tacks: fuck the pop rocks cum + blood shine up my smock smite all dudes who disregard the clock when they’re tied tortured + timed or try to nickel + dime brined like a pickle but think they’re in their prime my cunt oozes green like nickelodeon slime but it’s a victimless crime cuz men are vermin and don’t count i chant my manifesto: sermon on the mount feckless with fluids they flow like a fount it's convents i crash and conventions i flout patch on my vest for every dead boy scout

binge watch law + order / make slaw out of my slaughters / i'm the corporeal contorter / obliterate brick + mortar

(shout out to my cat pippi, the silver hill 28-day residential program, my sociopath ex dakota, congregation sons of israel, and rhymezone.com)

The Slim Jim Hymn (prod. theosyn)

my fucking’s fodder for folklore 
left the peace corps to start a world war 
leave cocks looking like apple cores 
only suck off sphinxes + centaurs  
she sells sex acts on the seashore 
for sure was shirley temple now i’m sick 
sycorax in the tempest relentless 
beast of a biochemist 
to men i’m a menace 
make 'em grunt like pro tennis 
pound 'em then take a pound of flesh: merchant of venice 
knock tricks off my tenement’s trellis 
i’m a trendsetter you’re a bed wetter 
the internet assures you “it gets better” 
betting on battles royale + horse races 
out here repping all the horse faces 
fuck you just on a trial basis 
cocks maintain homeostasis, hack databases, bathe in an oasis 
my cunt dates to the cretaceous, i’m a whore on hiatus, crimes so heinous impaled ayn rand thru the anus

p-p-pink ribbon & bow for my maidenhead 
g-g-got my bow & arrow now i'm maidenfed 
you made your bed now lie in it 
i dug this ditch and i'll die in it

my exploits get me compared to the marquis de sade 
fuck with me i’ll key your saab 
save your sob story keep your day job 
my thrush + thistles make throats throb 
men mowed down; menstrual moat run by the mob 
godfather? pulverize the patriarchy 
no thirst: boys parch me 
parallel lives: a scanner darkly 
i’m betty + veronica tag teaming archie 
we need to talk about jackie: she’s too good at archery 
arch my back to mate: lord of lordosis 
gnaw + gnash nurses for their gnosis 
i’m the hostess with the mostest 
naked + naughty but still nursing neurosis 
defective neural network, detective urinal wetwork 
now see how many threats lurk 
smite you: got rid of that smirk 
i’m the square peg @ a circle jerk 
now i'm circe enchant with zero mercy 
you're unworthy, turn your testicles topsy-turvy

p-p-pink ribbon & bow for my maidenhead 
g-g-got my bow & arrow now i'm maidenfed 
you made your bed now lie in it
i dug this ditch and i'll die in it

She Sells Sex Acts on the Seashore (prod. theosyn)

hooded parts of a sundrenched whole
betray like a thief then turn back to a foal

i debrief my devoted debris on the latest deal
gold rings + gore, the greatest meal
i have no faith in upright fauna 
gargle ashes, dub their mouths a sauna
evolution or as i call it trauma
sodom + gomorrah 
sequestered my limbs to caves, 
i crave escape from this living grave

i want to transcend this form, the human norm, 
destroy all the nightclubs + college dorms
demand to turn from simian to amphibian
announce the transformation to all my minions 
i want to be more than this, 
crossed off on the new list
anubis down in the pubis
i require true bliss 
only ever fuck with an incubus
who beheads at my behest, who ransacks the rest
who doesn’t even peek before giving me the treasure chest
now i’m imperial, immortal, immune to immolation
my ennui pre-dates my predation
the time has come to meet your maker 
let you labor on a fraction of an acre 
opposite of the quakers
i’m the whole population’s corrupt caretaker 

refuse to be a chewed-gum house, so pliable
natural shape unreliable 
shank bone thru a bible
the bile rises in response but i can’t be held liable 
so i’ll leave the species, the genus, then the phylum 
hybrid, put in a high bid at the asylum 
dark heaving magic, manic, i’ll trample all over the tragic 

it’s like i’m sisyphus but with syphillis
wickedness spawned from a copper chrysalis 
irrigating erogenous zones 
propagating androgynous bones 
don’t underestimate all the flesh hester ate
when it festers, great
dropped out a few semesters too late
i’ll bargain with everything from 2 legs to 8
deflate from the deflection
a whole army’s coordinated defection
there’s a defect i failed to detect
so underwhelmed with life in this sect
so i sext like anne sexton to blow off steam
slow in the seams, you may grow on me
i may grow up to be gangbanged by the whole football team
now that right there’s the american dream! 

life without industry is guilt
this is the world that bleating banshees built
to defy prop up on flesh + chainlink stilts
switch skin for a dermis + steel quilt
marinate in the fluids of your fathers + their failures
i’m on the dock ready for each + every sailor
vlad the impaler 
no life, no death, no breath, no inhaler
encrypt with spit, buried in crypts with pits
if the tool slits, if the barbed wire splits
plan then commit crimes i’ll never admit
you’re cloaked in cloacae i’m sunlit
where’re my sycophants? so sick of “can’t” 
death wish the only one my genie grants
only speak in garbled gregorian chants
failed transplant of a thousand horned red ants

convalescant, i convulse with a planetary pulse
doctors mystified by blood test results 
i slide down the shiny pole
indistinguishable from a black hole
there’s nothing to me but i shellac the void
emerged from a yolk sac with a broken toy
these are the final results of my nothingness, please enjoy

Upright Fauna

you sculpt play-dough while i quote plato 
we’ll both be dead by the end of the day though 
natural habitat
guts entwined around a shining halo 
turns out i prefer to lay low 
pay no attention to the man behind the curtain 
for certain, cloistered away like i’m thomas merton
laid both to waste + to rest with this sermon
while i’m out in the ruins still searching for service 
now you’re swaddled in porcelian + primal fear 
i die + drip slime all over your horse + war gear 
crocodile tears cascade + coat spindly spears 
it’s still unclear: what’s virtue + what’s just veneer
to be born is to be horned
it’s simply a question of if you stay adorned
+ every torso torn is just another sheep shorn 
so i trim the fat + heap scorn 
on mountains upon mountains of thorns + cheap porn 
cause a ruckus + run you ragged
leave bodies burgled + junkyards jagged
i rise from quicksand like something from a swamp dream
deploy so many weapons better call the swat team 
i trot thru hot steam 
end up dead in bed with a fruited fiend 
who idolizes jack the ripper
jacks off on strippers 
thinks what he’s packing’s bigger than the big dipper 
starve him for atonement like it’s yom kippur 
when the microbe bit, it left behind a micro chip 
programmed proboscis so time to jump ship 
and when he hits, it’s like a bird beak kissing a tree
and when i sit, i have to be careful not to bend my knees 
turns out it takes an army to tend to my needs
i only breed with the betrothed who makes me bleed 
out back in the dungeon, slurping up expired cattle feed
somehow it never seems to end up how we agreed 
i emerge from my battle pod with a cattle prod
+ mount my deity, all hands on the saddle god
it’s so timely + tragic, how you’re addled with clods
of filth i whipped up from my own scrambled blood clots
so let’s all abandon hope rather than try to cope
it’s binary bifurcation: we’ll all die in code
and my dual divinations don’t forebode 
so well for anyone who doesn’t want to implode 
grace + elegance, death-defying detritus 
only promiscuous right on the precipice
don’t even bother to camouflage the evidence
cuz i’m held in such high esteem: emeritus
so below me can only see you with opera glasses 
below ground conducting the blackest of masses
then i’m back above throwing bones at glass houses
+ flowing fountains of fluids on your whitest blouses
i offend their delicate sensibilities like i’m piss christ
sorry you’re too late, you just missed the heist 
i rule + root around in this roost of sticky rice
but i’m not poultry i’m a fucking poltergeist
not a destination, more like the vaunted vessel
i grind your gooey gore like a mortar + pestle 
then i leave dishes unwashed + you disheveled 
i’m rolling in the dough like it just got embezzled 
discovered an imp imprisoned in a perfect prism 
+ uncovered a gimp committed to juicing gism 
thus i go schizoid, my selves become schisms 
while i fuck the man + dismantle the system

My Medicine (ft.Gerk)

Jxzmine

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