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system.void - philosopher of chainsaws lyrics

yeah i’m all up in your kitchen like the strangers
mask off
i don’t give it a second f-cking thought
cause all these witnesses are p-ssing
i get nasty off the motherf-cking acid like it’s bath salts
trippin’ and rolling like a mad god
lighting on the world, i am not a fair lord
if i had to say, i guess that its my dad’s fault
if another f-ckin’ person say that i’ve got anger problems
then my boots will show a pussy to the asphalt

pardon that last part
i think i’m a good guy
just don’t check my backyard shed

there’s a couple girls dead
under black tarps
yeah i move to paris and i blame it on my landlord
i don’t like your f-ckin’ stance hit the switch watch the trapdoor expand
and now i feed you to my rancor

yeah and all these bloggers that don’t like me
might just catch a f-ckin curse
cuz i’m da rudest like a sandstorm

yeah, i got bullets on the floor
i don’t even really get that hungry anymore
i’m not living in my motherf-ckin’ body it’s a corpse
cellophane wrapped, keep a body in the storage

i only relate to other poor kids
family left me stranded maybe that’s why i’m so morbid
yeah i’m caught in the macabre like i was rosemary’s orphan
ill bite your f-cking throat till i hit organs

god

maybe i take this shit too far
cannabis major like the dog star
keep a couple b-tches on a leash barking
in my basement like a motherf-cking dog park

i spit this shit like its a lost art
got scarab beetles on my arm i feel like descartes
i’m the philosopher of chainsaws
leave your brains as a painting and a stained wall

- system void lyrics

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