1974

CiD the god all up in your ear drums My eyes are bleeding thinking about that red rum fed dumb minded humans to my soul now I gotta go to the cosmos and become a star once more please stop praying to the floor your knees’ll get sore and torn become your own gods and you’ll be reborn once more pages outta my life have been torn and scorned that I can’t look forward always feeling like the tourist my mind acts slow sometimes like the tortoise but my lyrics and flow will leave you pushing up daisies like a florist unable to speak talking in morse reading Norse runes that seals your doom you’ll face it soon I’m a loon feeling like a cartoon roger rabbit killing the mad hatter I’ve had it with the human race just a waste of space like the universe if we were the only ones in it that may be the case no one can know it Tormented by demons a legion of heathens ready to crack my knees and asking who do I believe in myself there’s no one higher than me in this moment of time turning water to wine the electric in me is divine I’m a savant Pablo Picasso on the mic I dropped it twice I’m hard of hearing like van goah you gotta tell me twice a lyrical renegade I’ll say offensive shit to your face you’ll scratch your head asking did he really say it? And that’s just how it is that’s how it’s always gonna be you can’t change me or alter the way I think I’m on the brink to explode spaz out give you a fat lip while im jamming to smash mouth that sums it up let your car crash now and ascend to heavens gates like Ti(Tee) then plummet back down to earth like the Roswell, alien crash town I got that stoner charm when i put the Mack down when I’m dropping facts found a better way to live when I let myself hang down from the fan now I guess I’m my own #1 fan now the hour glass dropped its last bead of sand now I passed out the window passing to the other side I guess I died I don’t see Yahweh Buddha or Christ just floating through space and time disassociating lost my mind not an ounce of shine left in my vessel I think I’m in trouble I did a magic trick in front of a muggle bury you in the past Barney rubble watch you crumble as I stumble to eternity you flee like the b I t c h you be you’re a flea get off me you’re a leach you can’t breach a godly being I’m a walking contraction preaching peace than pulls out my smith and Wesson slugs latching onto craniums sucking life away any day they’ll pass away I’m made of clay just wanna build myself up but not today  been cheating death for as long as I can remember because I date the reaper love is blinding her to the point she can’t fulfill her duties I’m clever pulls out a cleaver going for Wally go for a beaver she’ll be like damn you’re sharp as I smoke ether drinking pipe cleaner raping her mom while her pops is loading the Glock in the corner rockin a Batman suit ready to put it to his chin and pop his face up to the ceiling their are limits I haven’t found mine yet but I’m still seeking strangled a fetus ground it up and ingested it through an intravenous morbid thoughts turn into a gruesome plot flock to the house of God he can’t protect you from this tank of gasoline all the contradictions in that of which you preach and I’m sure you’ll have a lovely speech you say you want to spread love and peace wrap you in a bloody bed sheet then send your ass up shits creek capishe? Gen alpha are a buncha beta Karen’s

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Tomorrow Feels So Far

Dissociation

400TMAX

You look like a clone of Tsimfuckis causing a ruckus you’re also on Silent Gays cock like a rubber and I wonder how’s you end up this way did the scout master touch you in the no no place did he make you feel like a female when he brought you to the bushes? Spreading your tushy or was it a priest at an alter parting your hair whispering in your ear that it’s not a sin my dear keep your cock outta your niece and mom you inbred cum dumpster disguising yourself as a wicked clown because deep down you’re crying for help I’ve heard that you were suicidal if that’s true I can help got a wobbly chair check the rope around your neck check I’ll be fapping in the corner as your gasping for breath my climax will be at the moment of your death I’m sick I admit but you’re the disease so I need to remove you surgically this is my final piece so peace out to the deceased

Just a snippet. The full song will be done soon enough.

Three strikes you’re out

Raphaël Lebert-Suave
Compositeur d'insomnies 

1974

SUAVE

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