Erfurt Latrine Lyrics

Erfurt latrine, y'all murderous turds in pee

Old like Barbarossa barfed up third cuisine

I'm in Barbados or the Grenadines

Paying no dime for a break, pirates of the Caribbean

Shout out the Bay the Zachary's was schmackin

Listening to Mac Dre in the Maybach backend

I don't smoke or drive but we rip riding

You look like you spoke a lie or got the grip hiding

Get right in

With each new ride crush the old best-of

Mahmoud Sharawi chew, Polar Extra

And I went on to do it cool, you're liable to do it too

I promise what you're going through is audible with poems true

Yea thank you later, I'll thank you all

Made your whole law just to save your jaw

And all all along it's flawed, just wrong

I know they'll robe a post with their vaudeville picture

G-men know not to throw a cent, too sick to really pitch in

I gotta load to throw the monkey wrench in

"Hardcore nihilist"

Difference between me and homicidist is I prefer art before violence

While bony musicians still fidget for a chart or a signing

Every young butt's fart going diamond

I hope you like playing roulette with data sets and snippets

Fit in that ambient Tourette tics, Ambiens and whippits

It's a mountain to quit living

New ground, who bound to blam it any minute

Hill to die on, pie in the face

Price of slow pace shilling a gimmick tide in

Riddled with too much pride and

Hindered yuh relevance hitting a pedal quick

"I don't wanna go forward

I'm supposed to set a trend, redeeming them is torture

I mean what's the point toward?

Making tunes or deploying annoyance?"

Tape proves the noise is multiple voices

Your pain is not new, some old mutineer coined it

Subscribing to nothing is still a subscription

Your edgelordisms not the gotcha you envisioned

Cowboy, wind-blowing, ciggy in hand

Inventive virility, machining some inner man

End self if sham turned malevolent plan

The innocent shan't stand victim to your demand

I hate the aggression, debate triggering content

Loose Friends played with language, no one asked for the context

Got used to explaining humor behind closed doors

But only when the confusion introduced the discourse

Feel no shame in what I do, releasing what I have

To think separate speech, salesmanship is where it's sad

Bitten hard on bullet getting marketing of music

The darn bark influence, the artists hardly do it

The key is always knowing or being the socialite

Hardly what you're showing if goal is for dough & the light