Lucra

[Verse 1] High as a kite and shit, adequate simile Purposely isolate, losin my fucking soul, its nervous as hard biting lips Morphed a little into the likes of mike tysons fist Couple uppercuts, teeth clinched caught a frightning lisp A lot of girls seem to enjoy the sight of heightened dick Whipped it out and slid it inside this closed minded bitch No condom, my advice of which is nice, she seein sights of enlightenment Screaming hard as kneeing dykes in the highest rib Metamorphosis morphin like its Kafka-esque You're welcome bitch im off of this, too talkative I've gone to kill bill, the exertion sure worth it 5 point palm steady rehearsin' since birth and Dude im foolproof four eyes like most nerds is Blokes lurkin' probably watchin' me toke 'purp shit Soul immerses into the depths of this flesh wagon Regurgitated birthed into the trench known as planet Earth [Verse 2] Go to work, go to church, let your dreams die This is the gist of the life that we lead Don't see why the populace believe they see freedom I see these sons of beagles who obscure your sight like weed smoke My feeble human beings stop believing what your ear drum Perceive to hear spoken from the tongues of those covert weird folk/ Go to work, go to church, let your dreams die This is the gist of the life that we lead, why?(x2) Go to work, go to church, let your dreams die