Career Harakiri

They say I'm not to be trusted I'm Michael Jackson in a straitjacket

Tied at 20 buckles across the back of the stomach

And fuck a gun they won't let you register for that

So I keep a serrated hatchet, Jimmy John Jimmy

I'm scrubbing in the whip of another ride I'm bumming, I'm scummy, I'm trying to lyrically

Snuff A juggler bumping with a tennis racket

And maybe that's enough, cause I need some thumbtacks

Feeling like an outlaw, Jim Cornette, Cactus Jack

My hot dog and handshake, they won't even afford me that

So I hack, I stab, I slash, I choke, I poke I tombstone a chokeslam and all of that

And maybe not, I talk a little smack And they can't back it up, and fuck it

I eat it like lunch, a Billie Eilish I spice in chaperone

Her threesomes a munch, a clap in sexy red And maybe I'm devil sent, sedatives leave

Em colder than pseudofed And I was fed the dead, eating a fetus out

A D-cup Rotting corpses adorned with bikinis

That's a living dead girl, she don't like me

I wonder why, it's a complex world I'm seeing a scumbag with a fucking appetite

With stuff to fuck in I'm mumbling, I'm meant to say I'm destruction

A rebel without a cause, a coming as you are Without a pause and fucked blood

I wanna see a long intestine wrapped around the neck

Hanging by the ankles and sawed across the base of the vagina raw

And fuck it, I'm terrifying, like that jaw on a fucking monster god

An ultra instinct, a freezer meets boo, I'm scared

And I fucking infect cells, a half of you fake as hell

A carnival Americana, a doctor ignorata A motherfucker, an ognorata, a fucking motha

Ha, mumbling in tongues, unicornist demonica A piece of mandula obligata

Sing like a siren in songs, and I eat spleens There's a million of me, and see a freak's

This career Harakari, and baby Yassiri

It's whatever, kill your sons, Ben Huawei A bunch of goons in a Joker's gallery

But I ain't no Violent J, adjsent K

Next to or against, and next to or up next Chainsaws like Texas, I'm Spalding out of control

Rock solid, know your role, I'm a role model No I ain't, I'm killing these hoes

Like Saint Nick with a fucking vest, like Stone Cold

A Bowie like Rambo, Bowie like David A fuck the world title, I'm hardcore

An outlaw, mid-card champion Wife beater like Freddie, wife beater like OJ

Syracuse, I got the juice like Beyhand Buddy, this my galaxy, star child, the world is mine

The world is in a wars, like a fucking crisis On infinite nerves, and as lyrical, spiritual

I ain't conscious, I'm brain dead Lobotomized like a bitch getting operated on

With tools made official price, hack a radar like I smoke roach

Dressed as Arthur Fleck, I'm a Joker, three answers

The devil hell, the devil himself, welcome to hell

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