Ladies in the placeStraight up serving them like a bourbonTill everything's coming up roses like Ethel HermanMy color and book, commas, suture, cadenceHair locked, collecting, heart injected, air, embolismRhythm, blood eating up to short of epicA face malignant compared to mine, you robbing nineAverage of adulation, taste of the tastelessTrust is problematic, wack beyond redemptionFounders attention, misdirectionBut a remark in indiscretionDefuse yourself, connect to your self-perceptionFatalistic in my renditionTo bleed and rot like Robert PicktonFlub it in the stock, hunger, scar, supportA waiter and shower rot when you rockA few years ago, I was a doctorUndervalue or appraiser, estimation of your value and worthLet's play a game of Suicide PackYou first, brain box through the blenderBruise, brain involuntary, bust your brain by a splitterAll stars, bubble box, lo-fi, speakDix, queech, you know, Thorpe, run of the mill, TurboyHere's your ruinFor all you ladies in the placementThe climate's top five, drip your *** and serve fiveDab up on your bat, big game, you riseWatch your ass revive like a movieReject the image of my head between your thighsDab up on your bat, big game, you riseThe eye of your eye, the eye of your eyeScores against the kid is all and everythingThe fun won't waitIf I had to do a drone, I'd turn your head, cut into two vernacularCast an ominous cloud, covers the land in a shroudAs far as y'all can see, only the sky will lastLonger than I'm on a microphoneAnd every rhyme is like a child from the mineAll alone, he grew up, a Lasky kidHis words never wanted to do what other kids didEven staring out the window, to no endIn the cup of your microphone, he didn't have to pretendThat his wife was a golden dragon named LarryHe fed him himself, he fed him himselfThe last thing they ever see, is the hell in his eyesJust before he feeds, he be likeChances are, changes ain't that goodBetter you than me, my mic never on hunger strikeSo I fed him, I'm seeing, he be likeThat was how he touched the worldSo I * like a rhyme*** the tongue, I'm still taking my timeFor all you ladies in the placeMen in commas, top to bottom, drift for ***, certifiedDab up on your bat, big game, you riseWatch your ass revive like a movieReject the image of my head between your thighsDab up on your bat, big game, you riseDab up on your bat, big game, you riseSo if you wanna have some fun, I was your insteadBut please, Norma, go sketchJust you and NormaCan I just pass that to my noseAfter this break Woo thin headIt starts with a smileIt's what you call ecstasyThey're entreprisesare 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.
