Ladies in the place
Straight up serving them like a bourbon
Till everything's coming up roses like Ethel Herman
My color and book, commas, suture, cadence
Hair locked, collecting, heart injected, air, embolism
Rhythm, blood eating up to short of epic
A face malignant compared to mine, you robbing nine
Average of adulation, taste of the tasteless
Trust is problematic, wack beyond redemption
Founders attention, misdirection
But a remark in indiscretion
Defuse yourself, connect to your self-perception
Fatalistic in my rendition
To bleed and rot like Robert Pickton
Flub it in the stock, hunger, scar, support
A waiter and shower rot when you rock
A few years ago, I was a doctor
Undervalue or appraiser, estimation of your value and worth
Let's play a game of Suicide Pack
You first, brain box through the blender
Bruise, brain involuntary, bust your brain by a splitter
All stars, bubble box, lo-fi, speak
Dix, queech, you know, Thorpe, run of the mill, Turboy
Here's your ruin
For all you ladies in the placement
The climate's top five, drip your *** and serve five
Dab up on your bat, big game, you rise
Watch your ass revive like a movie
Reject the image of my head between your thighs
Dab up on your bat, big game, you rise
The eye of your eye, the eye of your eye
Scores against the kid is all and everything
The fun won't wait
If I had to do a drone, I'd turn your head, cut into two vernacular
Cast an ominous cloud, covers the land in a shroud
As far as y'all can see, only the sky will last
Longer than I'm on a microphone
And every rhyme is like a child from the mine
All alone, he grew up, a Lasky kid
His words never wanted to do what other kids did
Even staring out the window, to no end
In the cup of your microphone, he didn't have to pretend
That his wife was a golden dragon named Larry
He fed him himself, he fed him himself
The last thing they ever see, is the hell in his eyes
Just before he feeds, he be like
Chances are, changes ain't that good
Better you than me, my mic never on hunger strike
So I fed him, I'm seeing, he be like
That was how he touched the world
So I * like a rhyme
*** the tongue, I'm still taking my time
For all you ladies in the place
Men in commas, top to bottom, drift for ***, certified
Dab up on your bat, big game, you rise
Watch your ass revive like a movie
Reject the image of my head between your thighs
Dab up on your bat, big game, you rise
Dab up on your bat, big game, you rise
So if you wanna have some fun, I was your instead


But please, Norma, go sketch

Just you and Norma
Can I just pass that to my nose
After this break Woo thin head








It starts with a smile
It's what you call ecstasy

They're entreprises
are subtle and persuasive. They are experts in psychic attack.
You're very quiet. You can make yourself at home here, you know. Walk around and do what you want.
I thought guards were expected to maintain silence.
Their method of attack involves the alternation of calm and reasonable behavior with the entirely irrational.
They even reassure the subject by demonstrating knowledge of his work.
There's nothing more fascinating than that, then.
What are you protecting me against?
Oh, we're not protecting you against anything.
At the same time, they increase the subject's anxiety.
I'm here to remind you of your commitment to us.
I had a commitment to a specific organization. That organization has changed so much, I feel it no longer exists.
Then what's all this? These aren't children's toys.
You know, these represent power. Real power. And you can be a part of it.
All you have to do is take the oath. Do it.