Another one for the president My ill game known to kill dates Guilt bitter as the broken pills taste Moving Jonah Hill weight Skill K smoking filled treys, trying to fill veins When Im on tracks like BandAids on dope fiends who build trains In still frame, a honeycomb underground like military drilled case Tabs with delta symbols serve the humans that work in farms Murk the guard, shadow CIA I cut off the working arm On that off the gurney cart, Berkeley charm Look at the birdies, I kill everything, fuck mercy bars Branch Davidians at the ranch hugging weapons, their summer wetted Circle fans dust and bud the mess with Like Hunter S. Thompsons drug collection Cut tongue his necklace My venom will stop your heart This shit is art Exhume cadavers on my bed spreading out parts John Candy on the VCR Broke and snuck into her room in the dark Bashed in her braces til I saw sparks That means love at first site I thought Burying her arms Strangle them peaking on gel tabs chards just to watch them depart and see their ghost float from their chest playing the harp You want rhymes I got miles for you I pop violets and blues In the bathroom of a bar doing lines with the booze I want you all to pile in a room single file in twos and set it on fire while Im inside it with you Planet Earth about to be recycled. Your only chance to evacuate is to leave with is us. Planet Earth about to be recycled. Your only chance to survive or evacuate is to leave with us. [a snippet from Heavens Gate Cult Initiation Tape]
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