P.H. Fat - Church lyrics

Frozen megalopolis, building out your screens, hotter than a matchhead, stretching out my kite strings, faces; kids f**ing hard in the basement, light-sabre flavoured milkshakes; can you taste it; it's the dark city; it's the unicorn; born to be better; born with a purple uniform, frozen heart shots and jumps that's impossible; probably tomorrow when you still f**in' horrible Kiss my forehead, kiss my rollerblades, broken toes, ripped clothes and flows from the opening; blood; I never knew you loved me so much, I'm still a vampire cringing at my surrogates touch; dark raven; making my thought predictions; and I'm looking at the books that you made for Christmas making list after list of my hopeless wishes; s** my dick from the back like the broken b**hes! Yo, slip into the place with my face off; backpacks stackin' mad batches and stamp pads; matchin' with the mad cats; mish n' mash n' mingle make a k**ing; bumping villians pushing bicycle rides and bumping magic; Molly poppin' motherf**in' s**er face, bubble livin' up a case amazing; falling over crazy; future mad pretty though, pictures in my brain making cool rap videos, hands down, guns up, tell 'em what the f**s up, punch ups in slomo, h*mo for the phobics and drone clones in motions, kick a f**in' door down exploding compulsions, naked in a ocean of coldness, f**in' with the motion and sh**; tryna s** the blood from my vampire dick, some hangwire sh**, leave me in peace breathe my nature, the number of the beast is the number for my agent; now sing with me. 'What!?'