Fat, bloated fuck choked to death on his own sick
On the throne sits a corpse leaking out shit
Roll him off the fuckin casket made of porcelain
Another takes his place, he’ll be dead before next morning
So expendable the figureheads of industry
Scared to be nothing, the fallacy of legacy
When i been dirt since birth, a pariah strapped with leprosy
So i don’t give a fuck if you say that you’ve never heard of me
Fuck the idolatry, the praise and the fame
This isn’t for the attention, i know i’ll never be paid
This a function of existence, lest i lay in the grave
Disemboweled, intestines blown out with the shit on display
Translucent flesh and glass bones
Let he who hath nothing cast the first stone
Spillin my guts, leaving gore where i may roam
I’m just trying to leave a huge fucking mess when i go

soi’ve been taking notes from all caps with spaces
True spirit straight, eight distillations
Knock it back, straight in your fuckin faces
Pay no mind to the jaded in stasis
Just write dope shit & spit like you’re on fire
Keep the beats sordid like an arms supplier
Till i’m killed by death, rather die than retire
Do nothing else this shit right here my only desire
Live life as an art generator
Pull the trigger, worry bout the income later
Money doesn’t rule me, barely a motivator
The cash is nice but i do this for something greater
(voiddweller) gained the power of self respect
don’t know how to acquiesce, so what the fuck you expect
(cept) gross beats on deck, & words I can’t forget
So i give no fucks if you’re unimpressed