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vic the bitter - ask you sutten lyrics

(nice showpiece you got there. walther ppk.380, double action. i knew you’d come back. i trust you didn’t lose sleep over it. that gun ain’t got enough firepower to make my joint useless. it definitely won’t stop me from emptying out half my mag.) [excerpts from the wire]

[vic the bitter]

with rivers flowing of dope overdoses like phoenix
gross no-hopers poke into comas from intravenous
the host with the most unspokable strokes of g*nius
chameleon coats boast the most camouflaged convenience
concealing fire from underneath zeus’ nose like prometheus engrossed in the diagnosed comatose of overachievers
no angel on my shoulder, only speak to ghosts and demons, so many feats of psychotic grief it makes me seem anemic
weak emcees deemed tedious, wreaths weaved out of previous defeats made by the team of the deviants
expressionless; no facial features.. redeem means of halloween by intervening with dark demeaning creatures
fear and loathing seems meaningless, beyond the point when
spliffs are billed to perform a ritualistic anointment
wake and bake before and after my 4:20 appointment and don’t give a f-ck if the strand’s northern lights or durban poison
slaughter mormons as a form of rejoicing, praise horus the lord of war and reborn as a headless horseman
exploring moral laws of mr. bates, a.k.a norman
contort the walls and floors from thoughts of gore and abortions
ask for more as if i ate oliver and the rest of the orphans, injesting their organs while they lay there chloraformed and..
storm in, swarming on dormant informants
exorting rawness till exhausted like the career of george foreman
ignore the warning of black skies and storming waters, fought gorgon by enforcing debaucherous distortion
corpses are born from me merely drawing them, storm the doors of hogwarts fortress just for the sake of maulling them

[jak tripper]

fire dance

lets circle pits, mosh and plummits
i’m a dumb ox and lummox
my fans came from a back lot copping something
i got plots in dublin
not for nothing, circles cop in london
before then the neighbors seen me in a cop car locked and cuffed in
i’ll squat in a box after robbing a vet clinic taking excessive insulin shots to stomach
at shows i appear like i’m on a lot of something
i’m not your buddy
i look worried cause i just came from a boxed abduction
i’m new york like charlie chop-off
put blondes under the block like plumbing
bleach sop in sponges
well done if you don’t copt my ruminates
i don’t spit muppet operas for moms, i’m socks as puppets
i’m a god like ??
i spit sozo cult, building grids of cinder blocks for dungeons

[lee scott]

and on a lighter note, life’s a joke on rum and skunk when you’re dumb
i forgot to tie the rope and jumped to the sun
the tv’s on and i’m slumped in front of it drunk
playing ker-plunk, act serious you’re losing marbles
and drooling harmful bacterias, hilarious, that’s funny
blank expression like a crash dummy
stack slummy like cash money, urgh
no more drugs and snarlin’, i beg your f-ckin’ pardon?
we’re friends, it’s all good
i crushed the carling can on their heads and draw blood
and i don’t know if that makes me an artist but i’m starvin’
paul rudd movie on mute with a groupie recruit
showing me the truth about what she can do with a flute
beat looped, scene two, doped up, mouth won’t shut
i somehow raise the gavel and change the channel
brown nose sl-ts into me boat and then make them paddle
tin foil fronts on crooked
on some thug sh-t…

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