Emotional Vomit

[streaM Freak]

You heard that right.. this is emotional vomit
Like Daniel Jones n Tony Romo boned by Wallace and Gromit
Open doors to fumble low my cockrings falling don't stop it
The munch spot hoes are rolling bowls you'll find your mom in the mosh pit

Dropping trou' around the ankles while the package drops and dangles
Girls grab rulers while they measure E from parabolic angles
Pop off theory always near me, no matter time of day,
Turn it up, to 11, so I can't hear, what you say

Market lugged me through mud
Trump had drugged me what a punk
My trunk be clunking pants be funking this weed is skunky as fuck

Just another round trip mark time
About-face, grab and go, it's a crime
I have no hunny to rave
I have no courage to shave
Death by meth, sure I'll sign on the line

 

[PtahTek]

ahight....

 

[Shambles]

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[streaM Freak]

Rain rain go away, actually I don't mind if you stay
Bath my body mind and soul, make me useful not a troll
When I drift bring me back in, show me what's beneath the skin
Birds eye view of what's around, if Im bad put me in the ground

Breaking news, red Rover ran into Big Papi's son
Come on over, Range window down filled with a tommy gun
2 in the front, 4 homies packed into the back
Glass and chrome pieces, stoned and loaded will react

Hurt people hurt people, so let's nip it in the bud
Be good to your neighbor, don't shoot unless it is a dud
Hold my hand and let us sing this hymn
No need for violent acts this worlds already pretty grim

 

[streaM Freak]

boots
cuts
boots
cuts boots-boots
cuts
boots and cuts and
boots
cuts
boots
cuts boots-boots
cuts
boots and cuts

everything gray, *click-click* "pray"
head down hands out, barrel-to-the-brain
suicide feign, plant cocaine
cut-em-up-and-wrap-em-in cellophane

down the drain, leave no stain
dont want the bishop to complain
dip this trip into the crisp dripped rain
swerving lanes while we hydroplane

boots
cuts
boots
cuts boots-boots
cuts
boots and cuts and
boots
cuts
boots
cuts boots-boots
cuts
boots and cuts

 

[streaM Freak]

Somebody hit the triangle!
*...ting....*
......dinner is about to be served!
Grab your tray, trust me we keep all the food well-preserved.

It's bingo night here, at the hospice hotel,
Please show-and-tell how ankles swell, 'til the 6 o'clock bell.
Make sure barbells are parallel, in the pool where staff sell,
Ideas of hopelessness compelling them to never leave hell.

Lucidia in the corner knows most the cartel
John 2-by-4 won wars, shrapnel stuck from bombshells
Cory P has 3 degrees an IQ well above just 112
But the only thing staff see is the red shit they expel

"i-62, b-4 you were even born,
...o-20 with nurse degree, seen your scrubs ripped on porn,
...g-1 more cup of coffee and rub my cock with some gel
...n-4 desoxyns bend right over let me show you I'm well

 

[streaM Freak]

The tone of cosmic consciousness, ringing through the television
So long as laws make lots of sense, we can make the good decisions
Has to be together, birds don't need be of feathers,
You and me through rawness change the feeling of the weather

Asking politely is diplomatic when both sides aren't dry
That or you fight me if messages static and the sky's have eyes
Run around the issue chase your tail until I miss you
Sun goes down I'm pissed dude so I jerk into a tissue

Wrestle with the feeling that rigged decks is what they're dealing
Compromise is dead and chivalry isn't appealing
Throw your hands i dare you leave you crippled shat and squealing
Stencil of your body while the blood drips from the ceiling