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sam hill - misanthrope lyrics

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way down south, in h-ll…

gave up smack, don’t smoke crack
pcp made me think so black
at the end of lines i threw up pills
drink like this cause i’m low on thrills
ketamine ketaset
big k-hole and i bet it’s wet
way past pro b-tch, i’m a vet
f-ck na, i’m high as sh-t
nose bleeds choke to sleep
hurt her guts cause i poke too deep
so cold with that ice pick
one lunatic, one knife b-tch
pray to god, he’s so high
shoot you for a piece of pie
there’s a leak and obama knew it
i don’t smoke embalming fluid
party crashed like sharon tate
drown my kids with andrea yates
in the tub, hittin’ bud
don’t know what i ate but i’m sh-ttin’ blood
i’m not sure you wanna have s-x with me
i’m on bath salt, you’re on ecstasy
that thing in a mask, you can’t tell it’s me
out swinging an axe on lsd
just for kicks eat a couple more hits
just for t-ts keep f-ckin’ your b-tch
over the top, sly stallone
im high enough to fly alone

i don’t need to lay in bed and sweat this drug out
i just need to let my brain be and let it bug out
i don’t need to see a therapist or hug out
sh-t mother f-cker i just need to blow this bud out
i ain’t got a f-cking thing i need to cut out
b-tch you’re getting lied to at best you’re getting dug out
i don’t want to be a criminal or thug out
i just want to pick up a gun and blow your blood out

life’s a b-tch then you’re dead
or you k!ll that b-tch instead
dark past future’s bright
drugs that i abuse to write
new order on and off her
f-ck the night i’m a morning stalker
f-ck today i’m a morning stoner
morning breath and my morning b-n-r
f-ck tomorrow anybody that’s sober
f-ck this year cause its almost over
plastic gloves k!ll room get em
f-ck your tattoos f-ck who did em
amyl nitrate psycho season
so much dust i started sneezing
stuck at home, cut through bone
you should leave me the f-ck alone

i don’t need to lay in bed and sweat this drug out
i just need to let my brain be and let it bug out
i don’t need to see a therapist or hug out
sh-t mother f-cker i just need to blow this bud out
i ain’t got a f-cking thing i need to cut out
b-tch you’re getting lied to at best you’re getting dug out
i don’t want to be a criminal or thug out
i just want to pick up a gun and blow your blood out



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