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Wormwood

by Wormwood

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Brick breaking Landscaping In a garden of destruction No permanent placing I’m encased In a self destructive casing Always after my tail It’s nonstop chasing When I grab the chalk Someone else starts erasing I’m always in deep thought My mind’s always pacing I prefer to sit and chill While everyone else is racing Don’t leave your cup down I have a frequent habit of lacing My room is a church I like to collect organs Live and die like a cat Not a pussy, but I’m born again Used to repetition Reptilian representing no motel inn Chill as a fridge I’m gellin’ like Magellin At war for peace Inner core zen Don’t lose track of time Haha Big Ben I was on a blind journey When I stumbled into the wolves den I always stay palm to palm Kuz the Devil’s always ‘round the bend The mirror is my only friend I can not wait for the end I am completely numb And my heart is too broken to mend All I do is reminisce Stuck in the past and the present It don’t give a shit And as for the future fuck it Dreams only happen behind closed eyelids Bottle shit up Contents under pressure Swallow grief and anger Karma is my helper Grim was a reaper Put I put him in the paper Empty on the inside But outside a bit tamer Doing drive by's with a stapler And I cook dope So I guess I'm a baker Steal all of nothing I am the masked caper Singing my song Like a hellfire jay bird Am I going too far? Should I be tapered? Swashbuckling action Swinging my rapier I like to rape people Does that make me a raper?
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Covered in mental lesions Legions of demons follow me The devil goes where he pleases Are you lost? You change with the seasons I have reasons to end you Get on with the proceedings Almost time for feedings and beatings Cue the pitiful pleadings Fuck you and all the lying and cheating Kick in your head Call it a cleating Taking out the trash Call it spring cleaning Words have power When I talk I have meaning Don’t disregard me I have feelings When I lash out Your skin I’ll be peeling I am real So I will be reeling In your dead body Take your life call it stealing Lord Unicorn All you fuckers should be kneeling Shoot you in the head And cook your body on the asphalt Don’t blame anybody It’s your own dumbass fault I’m dancing with Death In a dangerous waltz We’re in a café Sippin’ on chocolate malts Then go out back And snort some bath salts Break into a bank And rob all their vaults I call the shots I am the boss But don’t look up to me Drink a glass of faust Lay down and die Give away all the jobs Fuck saint nick I’m the new Santa Claus Unpredictable effects I am the cause Rare as a vase No I’m a vauze Undead like the mummy Covered in gauze When I step on stage Welcome nonstop applause Swallow you up Call me the blob Fresh and relaxed Like a summer in Prague Hear the thunder Come the lightning rod Now are we even? Fuck no I’m odd
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Dust in my lungs Like I inhaled a thousand suns They all burnt out And the ashes left me numb They seeped into my heart And leaked into my cranium Now I can’t feel the thump of my pulse When I check my thumb Mindless So it ain’t too hard to go dumb Chugging straight out the bottles Vodka and rum Leftover bait I’m everyone’s ol’ pal ol’ chum I’m just eating it up Like a mouse to a crumb You’re the arse to an arsonist I set fire to imaginary apartments And parliaments Add burning bridges To my list of accomplishments Yeah I smoke dope Will I ever get clean? I don’t know Momma said quitters don’t win So I’m a winner for sure Work for Pepsi But I sell coke If I were the dark knight I’d be no joke You’re the type to get on stage And then you just choke I’d rather be judged by 12 Then carried by 6 Well maybe not kuz if I go out I’ll go out with the fires of hell ‘n shit If I come across your grave I’ll be sure to spit I don’t get mad I get even Throw you in the steamer Sorta like Cleveland Put you through the grinder Push your ass in the deep end Swallow your own medicine And bury your body on the weekend Follow in your footsteps Well that’d be a cheap trend I’m always watching Even while you’re asleep, friend Yes my soul is for sale But for you to buy, that’d be a leap spend Now go back to mommy And suck on her teet’s end You’re the arse to an arsonist I set fire to imaginary apartments And parliaments Add burning bridges To my list of accomplishments I'm a king I need a king bathtub and some vapor rub On my chest Kuz my rhymes are so sick They'll have you bedridden Stressed and in distress Take some Ritalin And pay attention Kuz I'm the best Molded in a gold guilded crest Any MC wanna go against me I have an arsenal of lyrics Locked away in a chest
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Oodles of doodles in my noodle Shaving thoughts like a poodle Free thoughts loose like a slut I can make you lose a few limbs Like a scuba dude who doesn’t realize Jaws is about to bring bad news I’m a wizard I’ll put some magic in you Call it voodoo Make you go woohoo When I give you snu snu Who knew I could do what I do Like a blue shoe from Kalamazoo to Timbuktu Quite shrewd But I’m not an old shrew Throw you in my witches’ brew I make music for the fun of it Please don’t sue I like to play games Get a clue What do I wanna say Go ask Blue Then go to the backyard And Sniff some modeling glue Perhaps I can track you to your place Crack your safe And run away with all your valuables In my briefcase Now pause for a brief moment While I crack a bottle of jack Down the whole thing And toss it amongst the glass stack I’m jack I’ve climbed a beanstalk Slayed a giant, fucked Jill And still made it back in time for dinner Would you look at that It’s getting late and I still need to run my bath But first I’m gonna lay down and take a few naps
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I’m exquisite and lifted Like biff on a griffin In the scattered tidbits Of nobody’s business And gifted like a wish list Slipped in Christmas Pin ups pinned on a picnic Pimento civics With lipless figments Of the imagination with pickets Pocket less pickles At the station with tickets Playing cricket with crickets Locker rooms and lockets Full of racquets and packets Of gum to just kick it Common room carpenters Clicking apart arps Of the harbinger Playing the sweet harps Of the Park Avenue officer Building arks beneath arcs Arc de triumph marketer Marketing the arts of a partner Harpies harboring hate At half moon hill Inn of ill omen One law, one gun Omerta the door is open Searching for the chosen one The one who is chosen In a mill of the broken Sipping chamomile Ambrosia golden meal Monopolize my monopolies In Thermopylae my Achilles’ heel The clockwork of a sprocket wheel Maxed out sex appeal Sexual healing Chocolate covered electric eel Lady Blanc in Atlantis Curators of crass passage And brass molasses Flow like Dynasis dynastic Yet somewhat spastic Mock plastic is not tolerated Only gold and silver dynasties And the finest of gems are packaged The chronology of cronus And a coroner put in a casket A holy baby in a basket I won’t have it Lassie lashed out Alas a lass is past it Alabaster skin Milk and honey prophylactics My flow is pyroclastic I procrastinate The prostate is chromatic I am galactic In fact it would seem Problematic immunities Without being diplomatic Is a sure fire way of thermal tactics Pyrotechnics for a pyromaniac Yakkity yak Fuckin with lady blanc and that gack That tweak and that twack Turn veins into a map Mapping out marks of a track Get it or not Get got with that gat Lord of the flies or a gnat Pulling rabbits out the hat Smoke and mirrors and parlor tricks Ratatouille rat a tat tat The drums go boom bap Bebop boppin bitches Wearing cowboy hats in my lap Spitting elements like zap Static shock and static rap Stand still stationary Rainbow colored canaries Jotting down ideas on stationery The principle of principals A figure of the dowry Dawdling Dramamine Drawing luxury and mike laury A lioness on the prowess Prowling doubtfulness Howling clouts and mesh Powdered noses fresh Gondola gliding Cheese Danish dividing Good golly gosh Goddamn I’m a viking
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released November 21, 2013

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