Apocrypha ft. Benway Lyrics

Essence is the truth in man

Step into it

Narrowing the aperture apocrypha

Gain way

Mine I's

Mine teeth

Mine high

Mine neath

Moon food on a scale that defies belief

Step into it

Outside of what the double barrel-ology teach

'Said the shotgun to every other butler lyin asleep

Every deputy hunched over the teat

Contorted from the porridge and the Atrazine

Every other mighty lion a sheep

Cycles to Kadaheska in a limited Jeep

Got a bone to pick with whoever wanna meat the creep

I mean I kinda wanna meet the creep

Who put the talcum in the

Welcome to the stage

A little fugue for the pain

A little rouge for the rogue you

A sin upon a cinnabar with such a pretty face

Swan fat for the gills

Dung thwapped for the fills

I'm ready for my close-up

Rusted mask like Dumile

Or Viktor

Oh the villainy

Environment make you

Just another false identity

Dentures on a nightstand soakin

Boogers in a neckerchief gloatin

Bogey in a necktie groanin

Same dimension for the elegy floatin

Over all the halftime showin

No sense of any rarified slowin

Is it attached or a ghost let-goin

Suddenly a mid-June snowin

Now everybody as above so belowin