Detached bastard, I'm a slip savage
Down this f*ckin' hole like rabbits
Just tryin' to shift through f*ckin' dungeons, tryin' to make this cabbage
But it's a habit that I can't break the ratchet
Because the handle snapped from being previously fractured
I often dabble with the things that you can't fathom
I'm an amalgam or rather some things you cannot gather
Try to imagine: your brain, it speaks to you in spasms
And you're to split your atoms, but the chemicals imbalanced
Been walking tandem with these phantoms, on a planet holding hands
Sippin' plasma, tryin' to repossess cadavers,
Attack of the Body Snatchers
Fold your whole shit up like plaster
It's a platinum way to go, if you don't mind not payin' taxes
And the fact is that the mass is movin' slow just like molasses
Undulating to the movement of a carcass chasin' cash
Yo, I wake up to that daily grind
The sun's bright, it's loud outside
I'm tryin' to convince myself that I'm alive
And try to shake the clutches of my slumber
Out these crusty eyes
That Gypsy Blood runs black through all these scarred-up veins of mine
I stay alone, don't like to talk to all these parasites
Never seein' eye to eye, got anger, love, and cyanide
Pumpin' through this f*cked-up bleeding heart of mine
Shape-shifting, I'm evolved, non-prescription
Pop it underneath your tongue till it dissolves, watch me spit it
Loogie drippin', we don't give a f*ck about a witness
Cause we float like ghosts up in this bitch, so what's the difference
Non-existent, always drifting
Been prone to being mutually indifferent
Catch the drift? It ain't a virus, motherf*cker
It's a sickness
Counting inches, ground is sinking
Crowds are taking pictures,
Pointing fingers with a filter
Tryin' to figure out the victim
Allegedly showing police beating a driver, who died, three days after a traffic stop...
Parents were told their children were among the dead...
What's wrong witchu? What's wrong witchy'all? You niggas are crazy
Fatalities: Thursday for a candlelight vigil at the skate park that he loved
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Detached bastard, I'm a slip savage
Down this f*ckin' hole like rabbits
Just tryin' to shift through f*ckin' dungeons, tryin' to make this cabbage
But it's a habit that I can't break the ratchet
Because the handle snapped from being previously fractured
I often dabble with the things that you can't fathom
I'm an amalgam or rather some things you cannot gather
Try to imagine: your brain, it speaks to you in spasms
And you're to split your atoms, but the chemicals imbalanced
Been walking tandem with these phantoms, on a planet holding hands
Sippin' plasma, tryin' to repossess cadavers,
Attack of the Body Snatchers
Fold your whole shit up like plaster
It's a platinum way to go, if you don't mind not payin' taxes
And the fact is that the mass is movin' slow just like molasses
Undulating to the movement of a carcass chasin' cash
Yo, I wake up to that daily grind
The sun's bright, it's loud outside
I'm tryin' to convince myself that I'm alive
And try to shake the clutches of my slumber
Out these crusty eyes
That Gypsy Blood runs black through all these scarred-up veins of mine
I stay alone, don't like to talk to all these parasites
Never seein' eye to eye, got anger, love, and cyanide
Pumpin' through this f*cked-up bleeding heart of mine
Shape-shifting, I'm evolved, non-prescription
Pop it underneath your tongue till it dissolves, watch me spit it
Loogie drippin', we don't give a f*ck about a witness
Cause we float like ghosts up in this bitch, so what's the difference
Non-existent, always drifting
Been prone to being mutually indifferent
Catch the drift? It ain't a virus, motherf*cker
It's a sickness
Counting inches, ground is sinking
Crowds are taking pictures,
Pointing fingers with a filter
Tryin' to figure out the victim
Allegedly showing police beating a driver, who died, three days after a traffic stop...
Parents were told their children were among the dead...
What's wrong witchu? What's wrong witchy'all? You niggas are crazy
Fatalities: Thursday for a candlelight vigil at the skate park that he loved
Down this f*ckin' hole like rabbits
Just tryin' to shift through f*ckin' dungeons, tryin' to make this cabbage
But it's a habit that I can't break the ratchet
Because the handle snapped from being previously fractured
I often dabble with the things that you can't fathom
I'm an amalgam or rather some things you cannot gather
Try to imagine: your brain, it speaks to you in spasms
And you're to split your atoms, but the chemicals imbalanced
Been walking tandem with these phantoms, on a planet holding hands
Sippin' plasma, tryin' to repossess cadavers,
Attack of the Body Snatchers
Fold your whole shit up like plaster
It's a platinum way to go, if you don't mind not payin' taxes
And the fact is that the mass is movin' slow just like molasses
Undulating to the movement of a carcass chasin' cash
Yo, I wake up to that daily grind
The sun's bright, it's loud outside
I'm tryin' to convince myself that I'm alive
And try to shake the clutches of my slumber
Out these crusty eyes
That Gypsy Blood runs black through all these scarred-up veins of mine
I stay alone, don't like to talk to all these parasites
Never seein' eye to eye, got anger, love, and cyanide
Pumpin' through this f*cked-up bleeding heart of mine
Shape-shifting, I'm evolved, non-prescription
Pop it underneath your tongue till it dissolves, watch me spit it
Loogie drippin', we don't give a f*ck about a witness
Cause we float like ghosts up in this bitch, so what's the difference
Non-existent, always drifting
Been prone to being mutually indifferent
Catch the drift? It ain't a virus, motherf*cker
It's a sickness
Counting inches, ground is sinking
Crowds are taking pictures,
Pointing fingers with a filter
Tryin' to figure out the victim
Allegedly showing police beating a driver, who died, three days after a traffic stop...
Parents were told their children were among the dead...
What's wrong witchu? What's wrong witchy'all? You niggas are crazy
Fatalities: Thursday for a candlelight vigil at the skate park that he loved
Writer: Malcolm Bellew, Steven McCormick
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid