Grim Salvo - 1•300•Liquidate

My bones itch so deep couldn't scratch the spot
Like the wall full of termites and blackened rot
Woke up for the credits guess I lost the plot
Throwing hands with the shadows in apartment blocks
I can't talk, tongue tied like my taste is locked
I pace in shock, every neuron in my brain blocked
Bitch I'm fucked
Sicker than a dog with mange
My skin crawls like a cripple, I'm a man deranged

I'm surrounded by actors with plastic vision
They're acting dismissive and capping on their flaccid positions
And frantically paddling over the rapids and back to the bridges
A candle light vigil, cause you sold it down the river for some digits
Generation no-hope
Scoring dope in no-po
Life on the queasy, my brother strung out like a yo-yo
Got your girl on her knees in my dojo — that's a low blow
Cold carbonite Don Juan Solo
I got the rebound
I'm chillin on the other features
I am my brothers student
And I am my brothers teacher
Lying through my teeth if I say I'm pleased to meet ya
Gang green swamp thing
I smell the fear and I'll eat ya
Now check it
“Baby why they call you Mossback?”
Bitch I'm a rock, I stay wet
Liquidate upon contact
Immortal combat
Step into the swamp vat
Her kitty a shop vac
With the mind of a swamp rat
I'll take you to Venice but you're gonna walk back

Oooh got em
Bleeding through their facial features like a disease got on us
Like we just keep on committing acts of treason in the plaza
No hoe, go take a breather
Plain to see that we slaughter
If none of your shit not even be hittin' then just don't bother
Demon born screaming up under the freeway — come to kill shit
Tilted up on a pair of stilts
I'm looking for MILDRED
Don't even know whats going on so long I feel sick
The drill bit couldn't fulfill me and now you're fucked because I'm still pissed
Punctuated his jugular vein down by the seesaw
Yeah with a pair of tweezers
“Nah that's what he saw”
Mandela county catalogue
Give seizures at my leisure
Prey animal mentality
Fumbling around through jungle
Mumbling ‘bout your own mortality
I plot when I go on walks
Bringing life to anomalies
Yeah Slutho on a whole ‘nother plane
Need at least 3 lobotomies
One little pop straight to the top and that boy a goner or he's gotta be

I'll blow my brains out my head so you can see how I think
Go to sleep in the bed wake up by the sink
I'm on the brink don't know what I have to give it
Thousand words deep but the picture unfinished
I give up, itching for the trigger like a stickup
The gun in my mouth tastes better than the liquor
I'll call my liquidator on the phone for a pickup
Doctor please I just really need a reup