[Chorus]
These razorblades seeking new skin
Out your bleeding, dress up those wounds like ballerinas
These crazy days, peep the news print
Crowds of demons, bodies houses for foul diseases
[Verse 1]
These mainstream changelings
I put no trust on them
They say that trends will save me
So I pray that I'm up on them
They want to f** with my babies
Then I'll roll up and buck on them
It's twenty lashes just for dummy practice
They say Slump is magic but Sape's unimaginative
I want to see twenty racks when I lift up the mattress
And that's real talk
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]
Put up your digits for worship
While I dream of no plastic
I'm trying to make perfect
So no time for no practice
I don't kick it with urchins
Oh no, I'm on some grown man sh**
It's too late now
I don't know what to do
It's too late now
I don't know what to do
I stay up late now
And shoot antique guns at the moon
Doot doo doot doo, I better lay down