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tell.
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February 02, 2019
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Lyrics
holla at your boy if you asking for an edgelord,
balls to kill coy and comment shit considered treacherous,
quarrels quick, avoid em,
bury hatchets in your headboard,
just,
follow me to where they bury the caskets they put lepers in,
skeleton in the closest of sorts,
embellishments with deposits of course,
run the bloodied carpet under faucets,
and force your eyes to lie to your mind,
but they torch it 'cos the stain set,
train sets, ropes and razor blades kept,
halfway slashing veins now a hobby,
threw his life away and then he caught a body,
(it was his own one)
pavement painted pink below the building he was thrown from,
save the brain dead condolences 'cos you wished he'd go dumb,
now he is,
tongue mixed in with the guts and gore,
you mixing with the sluts and whores,
to learn to give a fuck or more,
'bout things that be uncomfortable,
distasteful? call the constable,
painful words like tonsils pulled,
frankly your response is full of shit,
have the habit of slapping on tag that says 2edgy4me,
if the reality is you can't handle it,
candle lit and burning wax,
scandalous, you turning back,
branded us as vermin rats,
that sleep in the teeth of purring cats,
and for what?
to draw stares to our tragedies?
keeping flocks of thoughts away,
we straw haired and raggedy,
staring at me perplexed with furrowed brows and craned necks,
ha,
you think i'm edgy? well you haven't seen my blade yet,
nigga.
my person got a little bid of edge to it,
covered with a curtain,
hard of hearing but I bled through it,
fed sewage,
living leeching life from me, the dead knew it,
sucked me dry, ain't just talking 'bout the red fluid.
yeah,
go ahead and run your mouth,
always found it funny how,
you 'mount to shit but cutting down,
people who say their will to live is melted butter,
budging now,
I take the tool,
use the butt of your blade to bludgeon foul,
mouthed cynics,
how 'bout spout penance?
gouge out sound sentence,
out to the out house, how fitting,
for a piece a shit,
'least you fit the bill for feces, bitch,
fertilize the fields to find a function for a species in-
-stead of dedicating insult to injury,
slander mans with stab wounds,
dead,
the weapon in to deep,
heavy medication, pills for every meal and rinse with lean,
hopes to OD or choke on slow to go down vitamins,
"suicide smells sweet",
cologne on some slit wrists, (right?)
put aside your prejudice and hold the phone on dismiss,
to the side your eyes shift,
shake your head with "tsk tsk",
I speak unspoken thoughts,
showing,
bones on a sick bitch,
nigga.
