Kunninbird - Psychosis lyrics

[Verse 1: APSTRAKT] Walking with a walkie talkie feeling co*ky In the midst of a mist deeper than the red fire exit The end's on Weight lifts, heads shift 'Cuz I'm wearing party hats while riding public transit It's the end of autumn at the bottom Of the pill bottle, got 'em With my d** and I throttle em' I'm f**ed up like a right winged dyke And the boom box blasting nitrate And the sight trails Off when the E hits Zanies and deep sh** And can't see straight 'cuz my head's on with gaff tape it's Far too late for me to get my sh** straight You see I can't comprehend anything my doctor says It's like I'm drowning head down over water Every day that goes by gets a little bit harder Every puff I smoke gets a little bit hotter My throat strings are grey making sh** hard to swallow It seems like I'm kind of stuck in this haze Where time is streamlined into one big parade An endless to sell sh** Hardcore Billy Mayes Of dope and coke and snorting research salt soaps And God gropes in hopes that you brought the rope When you can't cope or sort all the lines that you wrote in court When the jury said that I was guilty Put me away 'cuz my conscience is filthy [GROUP CHANT] Cook- Thugless Cook- Thugless (Repeat x3) [Verse 2: APSTRAKT] Turn me sideways, up into a staircase Lock me up, my dick is numb and I think I'm a racist I keep having thoughts, dreams, burning epitaphs Blacking out, force trauma, brain matter, horse crap It's up my heart beats heart palpitations Teresa falls up the stares blankly at the spaces Between the eyes my broken mind exaggerations My body's getting desperate I need rejuvenation Mu grandpa's in a salad He's a veggie brain-bread Jesus got him fish and chips and now he's just a grateful dead From the soul up, ash inside a gold cup While the living s*utting count to three for a good nut But f** with family under a bus i'll find you Open up your throat and climb inside to watch you burn, j** C-section Stab you with my erection Then stalk you to bed just to make you 'gun get some Zimba zumba, gracias por la rumba Stomp you in the mouth like you a mothaf**in' Goomba Brain doo-doo and a bag full of bad juju Walk a mile in your shoes off a cliff so I can end you [Jeff P.] Earth angel now will you be mine?