Inhumane

We don't need names You're the new slaves Lining up their pockets Inhumane and look who's talking Eyes real low blowing out the weed smoke Fuck anybody knocking I don't check the peephole 9 with the attachments promise all the cash mint No bills marked passed out from the absinthe 101 inside sweating in the sweatshop Bitch I come up with a weapon leave em fucking shellshocked Holding me accountable legal a liability Failing to recognize what I'm injecting it's killing me Stricken and wicked I'm forbidden out the holy garden he's Arisen take the picket sign and nail it through my arteries I'm feeling like I'm dying on molecular levels It's my receptors they're directing shoot the messenger vessel I'm so gone leaking inside me's only carcinogenic Predisposed to be a loner coded it must be genetic You wouldn't notice day to day but I've been face to face with death My cessation and location at a later date in depth We don't need names You're the new slaves Lining up their pockets Inhumane and look who's talking Underground renaissance I'm a Machiavelli I'm an archetype I started fighting pills up in my belly I'm the vagabond and outcast of the game Talking bout some mid boosting and talking gold chains That do not appeal to me cause it don't seem too real to me And you won't see me checking into one of these facilities Seat pushed back as I watch the world burn Stay depositing these racks cause it make the world turn To all the 30 something fuckers that crowd around the spot We never do want em present and testing and we do not want the cops Showing their faces unannounced they're circling round the parking lot And nobody's giving a fuck about your car with any carbon tops Course it's unfortunate corpses stored in the floor and it's Messing up the coordinates unborn fetus aborting it Might have intended to offend reaction anaphylactic I got some strong opinions I'll continue stay problematic We don't need names You're the new slaves Lining up their pockets Inhumane and look who's talking