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dylanissick - jeters chapel lyrics

who am i – ray of sunshine on a sh-tty day
who am i – never gonna ‘mount to sh-t anyway (x2)

i’ve been thinking suicide
eyes open very wide
all my flaws magnified
evil thoughts coincide
bedford county genocide
let my body decay til’ jacob finds me decomposed and mortified
what a sight
even used insecticide cause i don’t deserve a proper way to die
cause nothing on this earth could ever satisfy the way i feel about ya
but you rejected me now i don’t know how i’ll ever go up on without ya
i’ve been sliding i’ve been gliding
i’ve been hiking i’ve been dying
i’ve been joking i’ve been broken
i’ve been eroding with the chloroform rag soaked in
hopelessly roaming for a closing only hoping no one finds my body exposed in the woods
i thought about it tho

dylan had to do to em
dylan had to let em know
i’ve been going through it what you know bout jeters chapel hoe
what you know bout violence
what you about sliding cross the kitchen to find the house phone to dial it
what you know bout staying silent in the laundry room so steve can’t find you
(what you know bout surviving)
what you know bout deciding which demon in your head to confide in
cause years later i can’t seem to find it
body is a temple but my heart is cyanide cause i hurt everyone i let inside it
sorry sack of sh-t got so ugly now i can’t even hide it
only way to describe it
what you know bout declining
what you know bout resigning from this life cause i never found the puzzle piece i reside in
the chronicles of dylan since 95 fake smiling

i’ll turn this place chern-byl if you wanna get anecdotal b-tch this sh-t can get icky in a cinch don’t make me go postal
on it trick
don’t get heroic hoe if you gotta brain up in that skull up in that hollow head them hollow points go straight up in that thang
the mane from mcdowell been fowl since fangin and banging strangin these hoes along my strang into my house where i disembowel piece by piece
and decorate the street with they sweet meats all week until it starts to stink
in my sink
whatcha think?
puling out they guts and count them
shouting from the highest mountain
mount them on it the way that i saw it fit then throw a fit cause i’m not satisfied with this sh-t it til’ the skin rips
just a looney lunatic with a bag full of tricks
of machiavellian schemes to get you in the mix
thats how i politic your brain and throw it against the wall to see if it sticks
this is pr-cks fix, get with it
oh this vinton sh-t and its sh-t but i really kinda miss it aye
i’ve been thinking bout steve brown
i’ve been thinking bout how he could have k!lled me
and i kinda wish he did
because my life is full of sh-t and pain and misery
and i’ve reached my peak already
so i kinda really wish he would have k!lled me right then and there
i really do so yeah you should have f-cking got the job done f-cking b-tch

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