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My head don't fit on my neck. I can't think straight, let alone distinguish from my dreamscapes. Ghost ridin’ the whip with three ring wraiths. Send a winky face and ask you how the sphincter taste.
Immigrate to inner space and live inside my grimmer days. Cringin’, thinkin’ ‘bout my Christian phase. Kiss a naked chiquita and feel her tongue disintegrate. Demon eighty year old lady decaying in her place. I’m dressin’ in the emperor's hand me down bathroom gown, pants and crown. I’m fancy now. Gettin’ free food from hindus? Don't have a cow. Ladies. Grab a towel. I’m ‘bout to make your panties drown. Get jurassic on the mattress makin’ raptor sounds. Young Domewrecker, pecker in your pastor's mouth. The trip's gone bad! The acid's brown! (The fuck you rappin’ ‘bout?) I don't know. I’m tappin’ out.

Fuck existence. I’ll try harder next time.
Something’s missing and it’s something I should let die.
Fuck ambition. Someone else can get mine.
Something's in me and it's something I should let die
Fuck cognition. I’ll try in my next life.
Something's missing and it's something I should let die.
My head don’t connect to my neck right.

I blew at being a baby. I missed my first birthday. The pussy that took my virginity was turn based. Now she gettin’ overdraft fees at my sperm bank. Never trust magicians or mermaids. Never take your sister to third base, even if she wants to help raise you in the worst way. I ain't shook, just a little stir crazy. Short fuse, hot nerves, too much personal space lately. Invade me. Get the surgical tape ready. There's rolls of it in the basement. Don't hold me to my statements. My notebook's full of dangerous corrosive quotations and I’m prone to go total apeshit when it's open. This ulcer's an escape route for the worm I’m cultivating and it's woefully mistaken if it thinks it's ever going home safely. I’m only gonna say this once, so pay attention. The name's Lieutenant Headtrip. Feel pain at my discretion.

Something’s missing and it’s something I should let die.
Fuck ambition. Someone else can get mine.
Something's in me and it's something I should let die.
Fuck cognition. I’ll try in my next life.
Something's missing and it's something I should let die.
My head don’t connect to my neck right.

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from Comedy of the Filthbeast, released June 27, 2017
Produced by Headtrip
Scratches by Samurai Banana

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