The Ugly Fuckling

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Waking up- Shaking f*ck- where am I at this morning?
Dripping head to toe still quaking from the pouring
Lay the slick to the ground
Help me slip- now the sound
Of a sledge head coming down
Tripping dead I know this is peace I’m not allowed
Blacked out but by my brothers I’m found
I got vomit on homie’s shoes
Blood all up on another’s jeans
Ride a comet into space and I’d assume I get the sleep I’m teased of in my dreams
Screaming voices that I know I know
Got the choice to either die or grow
My brothers wouldn't let me go
Now be grateful for that line I tow
Any second I might let it blow
Too hateful I forgive me though
Is it better if I burn an O
Is this a silent death show
Hearing mosquitoes, tryna sleep
Overdosing out in the middle of the sea
“Deserving’s just coincidence” your ignorance makes me chuckle
Reserve tank full I got cosmic hair wound around my knuckles
I’m’a split the atoms and sit upon my fullest of rebuttals
The mortal coil’s pressed and it’s my turn to fucking shuffle
Is this the point of change now I’m hanging from the balance
Live like I’m deranged because I’m from the gang of haven’ts
Funeral arranged although I knew of all the patterns
Saw headlights flood the tunnel and just let it happen
What I know puts me in a place I know I can’t leave
Roll me toe first closed case into the chimney
Inhaled by the Earth ‘til a form I retrieve
As the reaper in your place and you’re coming with me
Know it’s eternal you’re to be but a bug
I’m dropping dread of the infernal you understand not
Why nature maternal never gave you a hug, Now forgo the internal and remain very drunk
I’m whipping worms by the tail at your head
A spineless for another what your words beget
Tripping takes the frail who’s gotta be lead
By the boneless now the onus entails regret
Disciplines of life here end in disciples of death
You’re missing him, oh dear, old me ran out of breath
It’s sickening that this knife’s got rust coming out of my chest, why
Is this the point of change now I’m hanging from the balance?
Live like I’m deranged because I’m from the gang of haven’ts
Funeral arranged although I knew of all the patterns
Saw headlights flood the tunnel and just let it happen

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