TU Records - Horror Story lyrics

Locked in a room, already impending doom/ Behind bars, spinning stars; I'm screwed/ Reflecting on my past, ripped my heart in two/ Now I hate everything ‘cause I am scrooge/ Come to my cell, I invited you/ Get third degree burns until you're made to collude/ Feed malignant cancer, consumed in food/ And tell a prude to send me nudes or I'm done with you/ You wanna hang with my crew? Bring the loot/ Or my .45 jacket rings the roof/ I'm telling you that I have seen the coop/ Down with the streets, there is pee and poop/ And all the garbage that I've stepped in with boot/ I wish we would have seen the potential in Proof/ But the streets murked him and shot him too/ All for what? ‘Cause the street is a douche/ This is my horror story/ Made up in the corridor/ Locked and imported for/ All these flooring, boring who*es/ Tied together from door to door/ Storing crack money but too poor to deport/ I'm courting all these raconteurs, Louis Pasteur/ Alchemist and chemists are to sort at the court/ I can't afford a tour, ‘cause I Florida explore/ I don't drive a Ford Explorer; I'm not a**orted for the shorted morgues and corporate hoarded monitors and dorks/ Lured in by the city, all employed amba**adors/ Tell ‘em pa** the torch, I'm living pa**ed the porch/ Give ‘em more, I endure the past, though it's back and forth/ Hunting boor, snout and snore, I'll engorge the pork/ Nothing swore the gored shore of aborted wars/ Blood and gore from all distorted restores/ Then it's 50 shades of amours from before/ Yeah Dev the Follower