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crow beak museum - dysfunctional lyrics

i’m dysfunctional. i don’t function right
and as a consequence i’ve taken a bunch of lives
i live in sewer pipes, covered with puke and slime
my putrid mind has given birth to so many juicy rhymes
i am truly vile, a sick f-cking cannibal
my gl-ss used to be half-full but some motherf-cker drank it all
and now i’m sad… so sad
colder than a snow man, feel like taking a low slap to my gonads
wanna hear my bones crack, i find the sound soothing
i know it’s not normal, but i wanna jump off the top of mount fuji
feed me to tarantulas…
smash my head into a mirror ’til i can’t tell the difference between my t–th and my calculus
tear me apart, bury me in a blur of insects
(fire walk with me) i only walk on burning bridges
i come from mars…
and i’m about as sweet as that when i’m dropping bars

my world is a neon colored h-llscape with rain floating upward
dead eyes filled with deadlights while munching on moldy supper
i am made of mud and twigs, i smell like dung and p-ss
i solve the problem of over-population when i cut up your kids
a heart made of frozen stone and i’ve got a broken soul
i burglarize your cozy home, attack you and expose the bones
this is outsider music, for outsider people
i sweep through the land accompanied by hounds, lice and eagles
my life is filled with gore and violence, that’s how raw my style is
i struggle against daily impulses to start forest fires
i’m dysfunctional! i was p-ssed off and radical as a kid
i would often search the woods for animals i could k!ll
kinda f-cked up huh? you only know half of it
the reason i’m always so lost is because i live inside a labyrinth
can you imagine it? i flow like the rats crawl
i write my lyrics into my own flesh with gl-ss shards

thought we were done, but nah b-tch, we never stop
i don’t eat – i get all of my nutrition from venom shots
you’ll never be hard, like severed c-cks, you f-cking get me?
meanwhile i’m pretty sure every time i k!ll i get a hundred xp
man, the more i think about it, the more i realize i hate humans
i can’t relate to any of you, i think i might be a deranged mutant
i got that hot flow that turns boring school days into rock shows
i don’t carry a gun or a rifle b-tch, i carry a crossbow

i step in and make you fizzle more than a sodastream
i never feel good, i think i might be allergic to dopamine
been collecting bones and t–th ever since i got tired of stamps
i am a cold machine controlled by wireless hands
with violent plans, mad plans, you better hide, this is your last chance
i’m a monkey on your back like a really ugly tramp stamp
i’m dysfunctional, i k!lled my cl-ssmates with a home-made rat plague
the only time i feel like settling down is when i visit m-ss graves

- crow beak museum lyrics

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