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on parchment - creep on this lyrics

pick a drop of creep off the pavement
save it for the nickel a shot night, believe me
break a dollar for that right there
to react in the face of another bald light glaring in my irises
the yellow night flaring up my sinuses
i’m staring in the face of implacable silence
it’s not a huge deal, really
heavy hoover huffing up the fuming lugar, greedily
see to the situation immediately. read the results (revolting!)
sheets of ink scream increasingly to pique at your pulse
speaking of easily broke
me and your folks need to be thinking of goats
wings gleaming over remedial shoats
still sh-tting in their own hoofprints (ugh)
pill steady and real ready to ghost loose ends
k!ll plenty of krill belly to roast goose eggs
she’ll bet he too ill-heady to post two cents
swill sweaty and dead set on a cloning process
though he know he bomb tests, mom stressed
going slow and calm. “jest if you must, baby boy,” she said
quarter to ten in the morning he knock his whole cl-ss dead

creep on this, baby, i’m wasted
make an example of me for every frat in the nation
ride it till you break it off and call it m-st-rbation
tuck the tissue behind the gag and thank me for my patience
tell the authorities i was asking for it
should have never left the house dressed like that with this much -ss
dragged to the back of the club and drugged
club him and drag him back to the rug if the f-cker tries to resist
i might, b-tch
but only to make it more enjoyable for you
i know you love the struggle, you know i’m just toying with you
boys in the blue patrol the foyer, destroying the clues
negligently left behind the evidence of groin abuse
cut em loose to pursue another victim a week later
the geek savor the flavor of the pill on his tongue
hung up on the possibility of being remembered
he frequents the same establishment waiting for love
a couple months go by and he fighting the urge to give up
searching for girls that match the description and fit in the glove
how many more shots of bourbon can he fit in a cup
while he atrophies on the stool he sat on the night of the buzz?
he catches a group of four as they walk in
his jaw drops as they walk past to the bar’s end
he taps the alpha on the shoulder asking “where you been?”
she says, “we’re done with you, we’re moving on to all your stupid friends”

- on parchment lyrics

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