Auditory Injection - The Writer Lyrics

Tryina find my purpose in my life ain't worth this
I'll be earnest I aint worthless but I'll earn this
Burnin furnace all the murder vinyl turners
Turn this wordin' into earnin' some returnin's

Ballin' without sawn-off with out Wesson metalworks
Callin' twenty dollars this my office mentalworks
Told em all I thinkin' but its bad for my health
Own em all my drinkin' gone its bad for your wealth

Fallin' to the void where my boys watch it all be clear
Sears not department but I'm Dante party with my peers
Here's another toast boast about how it floats G.O.A.Ts
Bloat no fault dropped the standards in a tomb

And I'm gonna raid the mini bar in a marquee
Pay for everything I needa pay for then I'm marching
Clutching on things I don't need
Gotta get a bit of greed I drop it like I'm finally freed
But I get freed by my net fee
And I'm only what I wanna be
And I'm holy what you gotta be
And we only abouta be what we wanna be

Hittem 'em now I got the killers and dealers they all be
Draggin' me saggin' 'em pants and flesh and it meshin' with all the
Bodies resurfacing down 'em out with immersion inertia
Draggin' me backwardly with the axe they be hackin' me tackle
Bringing me back down to the wringing of cash cows
To the endlessly pensively waitin' for my own splash down
The lake is all fire but higher I wanna ascend
The writer was right but writin' me out the wrong end

He's writin' he out the long end
And I got the short hand
Cashin' in on my fallin'
Sufferin' is an old trend
Exploitin' an old friend
They thinkin' its wholesome
But it's really a told hymn
And I already told him