Call a bluff but I spot the sus between a loyal an a sinister plot
Asphyxiate or shush
The triggers the decision maker no hands helped with what
Incorporate such cause throwing back bars concludes that you must be rough
Wow What a rush super tough
Man I feel touched
Mental illness gets tossed around
Example A campus slut
Shouldn't of said that so offensive too unbound
Unprofessional please sit down
Everybody get a glare
Anti social around your town
Short circuit a warning don't touch
Unless you wanna a 6 12 bow
Nose disfigurement of a brain clock
Animosity I don't show proof
So you wanted a target
Guess who I'm here so shoot
All that chatter
I stay shy completely Tethered
Silence I'll wait
Standby for their laughter
I know it all comes with steps in what you master
Vulnerable portions they might shatter
A hearse is likely what comes after
Six cling to my casket let's all gather
Celebrate a loss together
Excuse my baggage
Lots to stand with but can't really manage
Suitcase full of my damage
When I'm dead burn me please let me entirely perish
Take my remains
Split it up King size
Like Manson I want y'all to smoke my ashes
Lids popped y'all can't stand it
Paranoia 24 hours bet You'll cherish
At night there's an upper hand
It's a Ceiling view oh yea A true advantage
Alone but not I can feel the static
Lights flicker squeals they'll hear from the pannage
Left in this space
Can u feel the leverage
Sudden loss of all go straight into massive panic
Throwing fits
Internal clock that I'll Always banish
Too stubborn let them famish
Think I'd salvage
Y'all spit bullshit that makes me Satanic
Daemones they'll never vanish
Rosetta Latin through scanners
Do y'all have manners
Don't express your standards
Jump scare
Might have to make you scatter
No matter the splatter I'm here to cut slackers
Jab from a foreign Stiletto dagger
You preps are lightweight
Grazing feathers
Jordan Air away and flock forever
Not dormant more serious aerial weather
I'm bio hazard
Wanna wish well but pray on my disaster
Well I say farewell to my dream catchers
I like to master what I slather
Y'a ll soak in what i have to batter
Mcs aren't the only ones that i'll fracture
Member me snowa
Couple lines in your plastered
Decomposed garbage bag full of lacquer
Soak your Corpse in which I satire
No one can match the torture I blather
Cause you'll never understand standby for more tragicomic yea
Standby