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Sleep Rap feat. Jules Baxter

from Comedy of the Filthbeast by Lt Headtrip

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Jules Baxter
It’s the Rubix Cube brains. It’s the jingo journalists. (Are the two you famous?) No, we're murderers. No one’s heard of us. Background beatings at sound meetings. Have the town’s leaving.

Lt Headtrip
I got the wordiest nervous tick in the whole damn county and I’m freaking out because there’s a bounty on my ass and I’m on the TV right now. We need to bounce before somebody sees me. I can’t stop shrieking! ‘Keep it down.’ Never since the devil thought me genius.

Jules Baxter
The Devil called me Jesus. I hear him talking now. Are we all believers? Did he deceive us? Treason. I’m my own fuckin’ god dude. Watch me cold cock a cop because I want to.

Lt Headtrip
There’s a bundle of broken bones in a sock and two mostly rotten haunches from your flock. Let me maul you. Your eyes remind me of the way your scull sounds when a saw chews through the soft layer while we provide you with a new ocular view.

Jules Baxter
Inhale, exhale. I’ve been in jail and left there, neck hair standing’ up. Demand the judge the chair. Hands are cuffed. Cell block Stanley Cup. What up?

Lt Headtrip
Chest bare. Neck covered in censors. Metal head wear. Test subject rambunctious and depressed only the dead care. I’d lead her to fresh air, but I forget how to get there. We’ve been locked in this atomic proof box since the Red Scare.

Jules Baxter
Get where you wanna go in life way before you hold a knife to your own throat and you hope to slice.

Lt Headtrip
And hardships and some condolences as trite as your whole collection of porcelain mice that you sold when you hired that lawyer who lied to a jury so you could go home to your nice little misconcieved notion that you’d always sleep tight.

Jules Baxter
Sheep countin’ the reasons he’s out, son. No snoozin’ from dope, booze and old Cubans. There’s no new thing. Simpsons did it. If a critic condemns, consistent mimic.

Lt Headtrip
Slip into the distance beyond the pixelated digits. Fidget with your vision until the lids have gone limp. Get a glimpse of your perspective without a connection to a screen. I hope you get buried alive tonight your dreams. Peace.

Sleep rap.

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

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