- full metal jousting, peel the cable housing
- expose all the veins, electricity spouting
- pour it on a pancake for dinner
- i don't give a fuck, raw chicken gizzard innards
- harness the destruction, chaos, no discussion
- wild black stallion, running loose by the ocean
- pics with no emotion when i'm posing
- cinegraph movement getting lost in the moment
- and as the rest of the world passes by
- viewing sights with a set of glassy eyes
- and you'd be surprised what it spies
- nasty lies plotted by those crafty guys
- it's what it takes to master the illusion
- a small inclusion of attention as currrency
- apparently, nah, certainly
- carving words on trees for this whole world to see
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- trust that my gut'll zoom in on the phoney
- and hollow words with no meaning trying to mold me
- what is this fungus within that is growing
- that jimmy beam that is bringing a slow sting
- magnified truth, set fire to the booth
- and burn the block down with a digi 002
- the life of a phoenix has been mandated
- get knocked down a notch and then upgrade it
- holding shit down like king kong on the empire
- i take a pause and take a dose from the live wire
- a staple from statham to make me rise higher
- every word spoken out your mouth's a lie, liar
- i could've penned it wiser, but the meaning would've been lost
- so i chose to keep it raw by all costs
- lean too close to the edge and get tossed
- that card up your sleeve got caught by the pit boss
- running barefoot in a thick moss, is a chick stark naked
- rocking a thin coat of lip gloss, nails (false) painted
- her fangs bleached white as yayo, a roster of males
- and a shit load of makeup applied to cover up her scales
- you can feel her cold breath that smells of blood on it
- she's a fucking man eater, you can put your unborn son on it
- hands wreak of dead presidents she strangled when hunting
- with a one track mind, that's fully focused on one thing
- and that one thing got a ring that could bring
- every hungry human being to a meeting and commence to beating
- the next man senseless, weak and defenseless
- all the snakes'll slither out from deep in their trenches
- combined and intertwined like a thick wall of vines
- or a set of earbuds pulled from a pocket lining
- what a divine time to shine with the prize that i'm eyeing
- stay progressing and quiet when i'm p.q. minding
credits
from The Happiest Sad Face,
released February 26, 2013
Written by Carl Kavorkian
Produced by Lou Cypher
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