Cyclopedia Lyrics

I won't die for less time

Ending in rain

For fuck's sake mane

This shit is mine

Your fishnet's worn out

Through it's knees

I know you take

Please for an answer

Score wishets for now

And sew till it pre's

I grow, you bake these

Foreign dancers

Fuck,

Fuck, ain't it bad that

Cerebral runs in the family

Catch me offspringing for shits

Crop dusting to find amusing segments of trust

See feeble shuns pinned the shanty satch

He lost bringing his quips

Shop-lusting you signed confusing agreements for finding luck

Because a must have plea is a must have me

Make me a much happy

What boring voodoo

On this life you choose

Stakes up for nothing, you lose

Cross your arms, pull a pout

Shine by the two's and fuck you

Also

Righteous enigmatic sketches tell the putrid

Past of fighting pizzazz

But you'll never guess what up and comes

Usurp this pussy niche and throne

Break your bitchin' through to the bone

No Excuse you're growin' up in a padded cell

Lock and key

Back from hell

Stock to see what it's on about

A song about your simple tower staking brains to fight it out

Breaking in the feel of sour taste in power stop

Biting your own tongue

If your lungs keep stifling

I hope you get caught trifling in the run

I'm gonna die

Oh my god

I say I'm peaking and trying to tread on glass

Might stay longer if I'm seeking freedom in that

Two legged sass roller

Steam bowling machining

Top knot kopf n' coop

Fold her to see me rolling

Seeing things endearing

Bop the flakka mock troupe

I'll be the empty baron

Fill me motherfucker

I don't have time to waste so shoot me up posthaste

Goddammit

Like it when it's licking time

Wounds heal better in the sun anyways

Sike it then bitches kicking my booms

Real wetter for fun anyways

I could cause a riot

Mount the town for mass hysteria

I would still lose the shootout

Still the brown bores

Grass media

Fuck all of that