I Don't Even Think

Hello how ya doin there fellow mellow Here, here try this juice and this Jello
Let's go If you wanna loosen up several, shots'll make You shoot to that level
Cellos playin in the Back when you fell out
Yell out loud
No ones gonna hear you in this cellar
Shall I scrape your face with acrylic
Pad laced with Chemicals
Placed in the middle
Well uh Don't you have an answer there Mr.(can't Think eh)
Can't seem to spit it out can ya
Talkin so loud a minute ago Mr
Now its so Definitive livin with sewn lips shut
7up, Twisted, mix demoral, all systems
Shut Down, now you witnessin how this shit go
I Guess you don't while slippin into a rest cold
Slip your family one too, they fall into a Forever coma
We can play dress up, flesh is So sexual
For some reason worn on me gives Me shiverin arousals
Skin against skin is Simply human nostalgia
The Seven Deadly Sins have given me all this power

I don't even think that I should live more
If I do live on than I will kill more
Remorse don't Feel no more
So of course I'll pen this this Song
If didn't have music I'd be committing never ending wrong
Going outside and Letting off and netting whatever I want, when I want
I hit my targets

Drownin, spliffs laced with a bunch of Embalming fluid bombs are due,
In a second Armor through
Arsenic, put a bit of heart Into it
When I'm walking through it
Knock you into a black hole with the force of a Supernova, no not gonna argue
More than Implausible, that I pause
For even a second with the harm, that you try to give to me
Give it back to you all, worse
Feeling more Venerable than John Venables
When he Kidnapped that kid
In the shopping mall in Boodle
And they found his mutilated dead Body
In Walton Liverpool
I find no fault in What I do
I want to so I do it to you
You even gonna talk when I gnaw through you
What ya gonna do dog when I saw through You
Hit you with a harpoon, Imma hop to
Lose hit you with a lawsuit, do get hostile
Hit You with an arsenal
snip you off with a pair of scissors off you
You aint even halfway to the finish line
I finished mine, I dogged you,
I ain't take a breath yet, lose a step yet
Chew in excess of the human flesh interest
Do Anestas to an excess/ smash through a no Exit/ in a Lexus oh yes
Grapple with God to The death, arsenal sick
Arsenic wit, Carcinogens
In the car trunk simmerin
Non-Stop with a bomb drop in his land
On top of his man, nonstop with his hands
Warlock in this, Arm locking his shit
Bomb dropping again
Non-stoppin wit it till you all fall off all Finished and you off in a ditch/

I don't even think that I should live more
If I do live on than I will kill more
Remorse don't Feel no more
So of course I'll pen this this Song
If didn't have music I'd be committing never ending wrong
Going outside and Letting off and netting whatever I want, when I want
I hit my targets

Get at me, see if I don't put you in a headlock
Dead drop done, finished into second
Vanished into thin air
Diminished when I step in
Sinister intent when I'm brandishing the Weapon
Canister of gas with an aerosol lit
Leave your Air Assault hit
And your para Assault hit, you're a parasite ain't no Preparing off this
I'm a miracle
When my Speech impediments lifted
Dare insult him he's tearing off limbs
be careful friends, He ain't fair at all since
He fell off again
Melancholy with his hair pulled off
He's scaring off kids,
he don't give a fuck about Nothing man
He's terrible bitch, yeah I'm all Bent
out of shape and all I'm not gonna lie
I'm off in the mind, He won't stop talking, Twitching stalkin chalk in the eye/
Sand in the Sandal walkin' the line
I'm gonna die so I Might as well kill
Everyone a diamond for em I will
Chop em into pieces
Mine as well chill With 'em
I don't give a fuck man I am all ill
Sick I ain't movin nowhere
Cough in my Hands with the flu and oh yeah
I don't give a Fuck now where I go
I won't lose my mind Nowhere Yeah

I don't even think that I should live more
If I do live on than I will kill more
Remorse don't Feel no more
So of course I'll pen this this Song
If didn't have music I'd be committing never ending wrong
Going outside and Letting off and netting whatever I want, when I want
I hit my targets

That was just some back in the day shit (ya Know, way back when)
When I was too fuckin Retarded to actually know how to work hard/
I just wrote rote, lived rote breathed rote
So fuckin scared to fuckin do fuckin anything Oh fuck, poor me, poor me
It took me 15 Retarded ass fuckin years of "wantin" to do Music to get here
I wasn't all there back Then
I'm here now though