Unsheathed Lyrics

Yo I thought you said this was nitrous oxide

Oh that balloon

Alright yeah, that's the stuff

Here we go

I'm fist fighting boomers, my cysts lining tumors

I quit writing 'scripts, while I hitchhike in sewers

Knee-deep in shit with my lips lying rumors

We midnight consumers, so quit whining losers

Head to toe velour, huffing Veblen jenkem

penetrate my midbrain crus cerebri region

Til the infection spreads like ingesting semen

Look at the time, it's Immaculate Conception Season

Caught up in a suicidal social brick and mortar fight

Tryna diagnose this random blinking "out of order" light

I think I'm kinda sorta fine, right within the borderlines

I'd argue ad infinitum, but of-fucking-course you're right

Stethoscope on a big tiddy goth girlfriend

Elected pope then my sim city plot world ends

Whirlwind, when i crawl inside your canal of corti

The rest of my life is gonna be a fucking allegory

Everything is glitching, yo i think i caught a Missingno

Surrounded by the void and floating on a psychic fishing boat

Cast the line is hoovered up the cavern of a dripping nose

And I ain't stopping til god acknowledges me as generalissimo

Swimming hole or mixing bowl? who fucking cares

I've lost the plot and all I've got is just a few budding cells

My camaraderie's a quandary like hares hunting elk

And feasting - you should see, its truthfully something else

Raw revenge is best served with an ominous look

It's a recipe i lifted out of Dahmer's cookbook

Under the chapter after mastering getting shot in the foot

I could live in the woods, I think I honestly should

Build a cabin mazed in hallway walls lined with fake doors

And if you reach the end, there's nails and wood to make more

A pentagram on the floor, and a grimoire full of helter skelter

I could summon up the eldest elder if I was just a better speller