Chopping Block (ver 2)

[Intro: sfx: typewriter typing] Hmm… this seems right…. Need to touch up character motivation to maintain realism and humanity… but i think that should do it. This should really hurt someone. Pussies. [music begins] [verse] I was hopin’ while my heart’s open If there were someone Tuh p’form en awe-per-ayyy-shun Been feelin’ NAIR dooo well enough Undone (diddy dum done, sic) A calm posit image A visage of stitches A demi-lich with a real undeath wish A bitch with a kitch last ditch drive Sic. I feel sick Struck strick in somewhen like a shiv in my gristle I bristle at bullet’s whistle Kiss an apostle to a messiah Who i call a jay cat pariah With tongue i hear ya sigh missica ‘why’ Fuck if i know, yo. So I Laugh rasp till i gasp Im laughing at a mirror She’s an altar in a crop halter top I could stop but dont Bones make tones like cartilage tweak Such strange tones in the songs they creak Uncomfortably i come a’run at thee And as ya stop arms outstretched to grab I run past fast and at the ghast you been grasping at in origin Fit in a filagree clasp to a breast Pinned to twins that rot in the end Caught predestined Cycle of life’s a bitch with claws Gnawing on bones one day ours Drew the death card Crossed by tower No fear no coward call Just reading spraypaint On communal walls Oh i hear word strings hum hymns about things and stuff Desires dreams and fluff Touching nerves serving up perdition Hidden verbotten unforgiven forgotten both Fresh and blood stinking rotten A joke Im laughin somethin wicked this way lunge which stings not by revelation Shock, exposure to the light But coz i need those things left inside If i plan to survive. Name old ‘ours’ recall cold ‘daze’ But theres a beat in my bones Lays all homes to waste Aint grace Aint glory Aint the time or place For my face so gory but before me Is a chopping block Someone pass the axe [chorus] CHOP BITCH CHOP BITCH CHOP CHOP CHOP MOTHERFUCKER CHOP You dont get it coz i walk the walk i talk clock dont stop coz someone mocks I live on mockery like cotton candy Served with silver cutlery I.e pretty poorly thats why i mostly Mock statistically mostly ghostly me Make beauty out atrocity so that Though my fields appear to be fallow Thats ideal conditions for Alchemy to grow Being a philosopher I just need to get stoned. You juss wanna get known Drew the death card Crossed by tower No fear no coward call Just reading spraypaint On communal walls Oh i hear word strings hum hymns about things and stuff Desires dreams and fluff Touching nerves serving up perdition Hidden verbotten unforgiven forgotten both Fresh and blood stinking rotten A joke Im laughin somethin wicked this way lunge which stings not by revelation Shock, exposure to the light But coz i need those things left inside If i plan to survive. Name old ‘ ours’ recall cold ‘ daze’ But theres a beat in my bones Lays all homes to waste Aint grace Aint glory Aint the time or place For my face so gory but before me Is a chopping block Someone pass the axe CHOP CHOP CHOP CHOP CHOP BITCH CHOPPA CHOPPAA CHOP CHOP MOTHERFUCKER CHOP You dont get it coz i walk the walk i talk clock dont stop coz someone mocks I live on mockery like cotton candy Served with silver cutlery and butlery Beggin the question Ipretty poorly thats why i mostly Mock statistically derisively ghostly me Pleads with needs looming over inside of me Make beauty out atrocity so that Though my fields appear to be fallow Thats ideal conditions for Alchemy to grow Being a philosopher I just need to get stoned. You juss wanna get known You juss wanna get known YOU ARENT ALONE ….As me…. Win win baby