To Hell With It. (Some Things Are Best Left Unwritten )

Include all my lyrics fit in all my lyrics, no matter what, 2020 trap metal cloud NOYELLING !!!, slow flowing smooth conversation rap, eerie, deep heavy bass vocals, flatline and focused heavy bass male vocals clearly cut through the noise!deadbeat, calm, deepest voice 35 years male detached vocals, otherworldly, ethereal, male vocals dead to the emotional core, dark, slow, slow, dreamy, gospel

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Warm like a whore’s handshake, but either way you look at it, it’s just another mouth to fill if you see my point then it’s probably pointed at you/some days I’d put a bullet in every whore’s head and not give a damn but some days I want to hold their hand what’s wrong with me? What’s wrong with this picture? Everything is every. Thing. Tangible pornographic matter with abstract patterns shaped like Elmo‘s vagina and a dismembered zebra in a room you painted “ tangelo”,-peachy, ‘“Michaelangelo’”-,to soothe some god or - some gaud of irresponsible asking prices- /I see you picturing it now and thinking “cool”, because it’s vaginal and you’re so feminist prone. Does this make me a chauvinist -Maybe Today was meant for me, but now it’s out of reach. I smile in the beast of the mighty beast and something like a wave comes over me a wave of bile and a wave goodbye and I wave , “Good Bile!” I say, but you know that already you were right there on the shoreline with your scriptures in your hand you say walk this way I said I’m only a man. How can I hope you understand if I don’t even understand?
I stand under the …I just loss…My concentration moving onto wherever the motherfuckers let me./ I build a house from the ground and let me tell you there’s nothing better than watching them burn down. :assh sizzles and second me because I went to hell recently, but what the hell I paid for the trip and if I’m enough, that’s more than you would do for me golly-gee me wanna pway hide and seek your head up your ass mercy me the “ahem, ‘scuze me” so politely people who have tastes are a certain type they put up the yuppies fine print bought out the Old Man store and put in a pet shelter and an Asian  buffet. “No charge will take 10 days.-“/ but don’t believe me incinerate with charities to save the gypsy ruthleen from dying he will die with a glint in his  eye. This world is the Wild West and I’m the bad guy. I’ll admit it if you can ever catch me you’re gonna get a hold of something you may not want any part of /you say what’s a heart with no love?
You played innocent like a rosary on a rattlesnake I won’t repent I won’t pretend to persevere or preserve any sense of self-control and no, I’m not content. I’ll take it to the extent where I’m on the line of even  coming back again to fill my mind it’s fine. I mean it’s finally time for the grand finale so cross your fingers don’t hold your breath and the bigger picture. It’s kind of like a force. I forced it down with a shot of heroin a shot of cocaine a shot of methamphetamine shot of anything. I guess I figured it best if I was the shooter instead of the other unlucky motherfucker who’s trying to convince me of how his big brother will miss ….
(or was it he was missing “Big Brother” ? Whatever.)
Him and how will I live with this travesty when I sleep? The answer? Beautifully.. /…The fires of invention and the fires of destruction, purge identical layers, but the higher pyre of ideal, That is a flame with an unquenchable unflinching temperature that burns us all condemn us all to hell or have us walking on hot coals in the presence of whoever holds them I fear their fans’ fuel that liquid virtue. I will only drown in its pool and my footprints are still as black as the soot on  my spoon they belie where I’ve been. And the blood on my hands is of both foe and friend I can smell iron, and the copper sun sinks slow into the washing well horizon, why me I kick sand and disrupt microscopic empires and all of God’s creatures they look up at me and know I’m a monster. I’ve got all the qualities of the enemy. I spit in the ocean and let it wash away with the brine and forgotten that the steps of mine left behind wiped clean by a single shot of the wave, slipping in like you used to through my bedroom window, kissing my bare feet then back out again like a dream lately I’ve been dreaming that’s why you hear me screaming strange women’s names and wonder what life I am recalling, but baby  it ain’t something you’d be able to undo. — the dreams are only nightmares with wild Mardi Gras masks, throwing smoke and cutting ribbons of light around noise where crowds hurry on I can’t comprehend. I’m a stranger in a strange land, but I’m common as a cigarette and just as bound to you, I look out from the shore and I know that hell isn’t half as hard to picture since I’ve been there before when I read this again. I hope I like it or laugh at myself or hate it so I can toss it aside and thinking of myself way too seriously an anarchy would be fun for a weekend in Vegas maybe but put that punk ass fuzz in your knapsack and give me back my fucking GG Allin. I want my Kerouac my Acid Bath Bukowski poetry mystery excessive SOB. I’m a fucking asshole at least two or three or maybe ‘em all  I’d give you a bunch of cheap alcohol and then hope you guzzle it and quit crying bitch and get over here and give me a nuzzle girl you’re in a lot of trouble I reckon you don’t want but one thing about me- baby I’m a free rambling son of a bitch! Deal with it or quit I don’t give a shit!

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Warm like a whore’s handshake, but either way you look at it, it’s just another mouth to fill if you see my point then it’s probably pointed at you/some days I’d put a bullet in every whore’s head and not give a damn but some days I want to hold their hand what’s wrong with me? What’s wrong with this picture? Everything is every. Thing. Tangible pornographic matter with abstract patterns shaped like Elmo‘s vagina and a dismembered zebra in a room you painted “ tangelo”,-peachy, ‘“Michaelangelo’”-,to soothe some god or - some gaud of irresponsible asking prices- /I see you picturing it now and thinking “cool”, because it’s vaginal and you’re so feminist prone. Does this make me a chauvinist -Maybe Today was meant for me, but now it’s out of reach. I smile in the beast of the mighty beast and something like a wave comes over me a wave of bile and a wave goodbye and I wave , “Good Bile!” I say, but you know that already you were right there on the shoreline with your scriptures in your hand you say walk this way I said I’m only a man. How can I hope you understand if I don’t even understand? I stand under the …I just loss…My concentration moving onto wherever the motherfuckers let me./ I build a house from the ground and let me tell you there’s nothing better than watching them burn down. :assh sizzles and second me because I went to hell recently, but what the hell I paid for the trip and if I’m enough, that’s more than you would do for me golly-gee me wanna pway hide and seek your head up your ass mercy me the “ahem, ‘scuze me” so politely people who have tastes are a certain type they put up the yuppies fine print bought out the Old Man store and put in a pet shelter and an Asian buffet. “No charge will take 10 days.-“/ but don’t believe me incinerate with charities to save the gypsy ruthleen from dying he will die with a glint in his eye. This world is the Wild West and I’m the bad guy. I’ll admit it if you can ever catch me you’re gonna get a hold of something you may not want any part of /you say what’s a heart with no love? You played innocent like a rosary on a rattlesnake I won’t repent I won’t pretend to persevere or preserve any sense of self-control and no, I’m not content. I’ll take it to the extent where I’m on the line of even coming back again to fill my mind it’s fine. I mean it’s finally time for the grand finale so cross your fingers don’t hold your breath and the bigger picture. It’s kind of like a force. I forced it down with a shot of heroin a shot of cocaine a shot of methamphetamine shot of anything. I guess I figured it best if I was the shooter instead of the other unlucky motherfucker who’s trying to convince me of how his big brother will miss …. (or was it he was missing “Big Brother” ? Whatever.) Him and how will I live with this travesty when I sleep? The answer? Beautifully.. /…The fires of invention and the fires of destruction, purge identical layers, but the higher pyre of ideal, That is a flame with an unquenchable unflinching temperature that burns us all condemn us all to hell or have us walking on hot coals in the presence of whoever holds them I fear their fans’ fuel that liquid virtue. I will only drown in its pool and my footprints are still as black as the soot on my spoon they belie where I’ve been. And the blood on my hands is of both foe and friend I can smell iron, and the copper sun sinks slow into the washing well horizon, why me I kick sand and disrupt microscopic empires and all of God’s creatures they look up at me and know I’m a monster. I’ve got all the qualities of the enemy. I spit in the ocean and let it wash away with the brine and forgotten that the steps of mine left behind wiped clean by a single shot of the wave, slipping in like you used to through my bedroom window, kissing my bare feet then back out again like a dream lately I’ve been dreaming that’s why you hear me screaming strange women’s names and wonder what life I am recalling, but baby it ain’t something you’d be able to undo. — the dreams are only nightmares with wild Mardi Gras masks, throwing smoke and cutting ribbons of light around noise where crowds hurry on I can’t comprehend. I’m a stranger in a strange land, but I’m common as a cigarette and just as bound to you, I look out from the shore and I know that hell isn’t half as hard to picture since I’ve been there before when I read this again. I hope I like it or laugh at myself or hate it so I can toss it aside and thinking of myself way too seriously an anarchy would be fun for a weekend in Vegas maybe but put that punk ass fuzz in your knapsack and give me back my fucking GG Allin. I want my Kerouac my Acid Bath Bukowski poetry mystery excessive SOB. I’m a fucking asshole at least two or three or maybe ‘em all I’d give you a bunch of cheap alcohol and then hope you guzzle it and quit crying bitch and get over here and give me a nuzzle girl you’re in a lot of trouble I reckon you don’t want but one thing about me- baby I’m a free rambling son of a bitch! Deal with it or quit I don’t give a shit!

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