Shit, Shower, Shave.

this is the ballad of the motherfuccin salad tossing of the world, politicians on the television covered in gold and pearls. its a radical sabbatical equation to the patient its a serenade of suicides across the nation what the fuck is in your head motherfucker are you blind to the spinelessness of leaving us behind? you are weakest on our own, put your pride aside, you done made it to my alter bitches, Time for you to Die. i dont care about that shit, shouldve thought before you punked me, you think im cappin, i used to work it, had my hands deep in a body, what the fuck you say to that? wanna test my patience? imma hit you with that magic, flip the tables show you justice. ive driven coast to coast flew at 90 on the golden gate, picked a furry up in spanish fork he had the oddest fate, stuck my hands in holy water at the funeral, got kicked out the building by the priest and it was humorable. i laughed and walked my ass up out the door, its a funny fuccin world when your magic comes to work. got my family in Florida thinkin that i run a cult, bitches maybe its a start, at least the witches have a home. im the bastard of aelzoth, a disciple of the dreamer, if you thinking bout a coup, you gonna end up on my altar, its the sacrifice i need to succeed, im not a peon, im the bastard of aelzoth, a disciple of the dreamer. IM FUCKED UP on a heatwave. when you pull into the cut find a hatchet in the breezeway, bout to have a bloody holiday. its a simple little ritual that makes my day. keeps the threats away.