CLOGGED SYNC (feat. Eric Livingston & Ethan Campa)

Hey pusher, My mom gave me a mental disorder.

But sick staff infection just made a racial slur,

I defer, watch cops shit with pants on, don't bother.

I learned to think, now I'll sing out of sync.

Walls have ears, the ears have walls. 

It's the death protocol.

Who will you call? 

Can we still brawl?

Punisher, I don't dialogue with persecutor.

Fossil fools eat the bats, still born again, poseur?

Unkosher is what's ode to bills that still occur.

I learned to think, now I'll sing out of sync.

Concrete breeds apathy, gets laid, shits amateur.

Sun goes up, and comes down, solid prostitute transfer. 

Rotten flesh of the kings feeds the earth, manure.

I learned to think, now I'll sing out of sync.