EelOnMuzK3Toe ft. MattOTakk Lyrics

Let's chat yo

Talking about motherfuckin' depression

That's cool

Ancient psych inherited through the tech spike

To be labeled like a patient mental death tool

Introduction of a step stool into cesspools of gut wrenching imagery

Dunkin a paint bucket of dung upon da pee brain

Nut stripping

Drenched in kerosene

Only a fools cig shy of ignition Soul voids

Leaking wide open profuse and consecutively

Confirming how they maintain vice grips clenched tightly Keeping us dumb to truly Listening outside these loose screws

Fuck you

Fuck it all

And you know what?

Fuck pretending that we need more pharma synergy

While we at it

Fuck pretending that we even need booze

No matter the grip of the vice

Pain and paranoia spikes will always amplify within

Hate induced nerves pulsating through the veins

Mother fucking mundane

What about the cause behind what triggered

Humanity's unintentional aim for the ring finger?

In blind attempt to slide the ring on that bitch

Missing the target has now created victimless claims

Once the sterling silver fused pinkie prevents us

From even taking an info filtering shit

Is that an underlying cause behind the facts within?

Ravaging all life of the purest essence amongst a natural planetary masterpiece?

Or just simply

Too immense of an impact on senses

Creating overload of woe filled recession

Maybe we could speak upon thoughts on mobile kinetics slowly processed into Programming

Robo genetics

Even global incineration ain't really up for debate no more

Fam

Y'all gotta be feeling the scorch of the sun lately

Damn

I mean

How could you not?

Shit

Perhaps a little talk may even be necessary

Regarding a destined incognitive cleansing

To console a soul aim at diminishing core pain

Flat the fuck out of our

Goddamned vibe land

Too many wastes of effort from Savage sheep generations

And many more to come

Fuck it

Maybe y'all could even comprehend discussing

What the fuck is up with the buzz behind what makes a man clinically insane

I know one thing mane

The world is crazy

Your doctors are crazy and obviously the politicians too are far faded out of sanity

So it wouldn't even be inaccurate for me to state that we

All been crazy

But at least we've all quit demonizing those exact realizations

There is an eel on my musky toe

Where did it come from?

We all know

Writhing from the inside out thoughts causing all morals to explode

Don't fear it give an attempt to hear it

It's called a concave spirit

If you choose to listen to the songs of the grave within their whispers

You can damn near hear it

Last legs of the elite are on display for all to see

So clearly like an invitation for nearly any mother fucka

Pissed enough to pick up they gun

And prepare with or without prayer for the effects of

Hunting and maiming that's festered among us

Many years to come has now begun

This ain't no stunt

These suckas so jank they can't even speak straight

Still they run us with that virtual iron fist composed of

Billions of silver spoons between the finger tips

Slain before all this was apparent

Were my heart's best efforts to resist

I've conquered

None but the ones who once haunted my daunting future at a time of

Thoughts thought to be distraught by an inclining of manic cysts coming to bore

Anchoring in my core like a blistering canker sore

To this day I remain

Amongst a vengeful faith Pissed at the reign of sinister scorn

Don't look at him

What does he know?

He's just another deal off the demons throne

Technique of the Eel on the Mosquito

Our masters granted us gifts of subjective thought along with The fist of free will

But to those throwing rocks

Y'all are just bitches

Be twisting the original message

And wonder why this wrist of intuitive wishes

Curving divine only for the most deserving of minds?

Freedom is in the eyes of the believers who invest

The seekers of the right to project and manifest

An artistic practice at best

But to those who exercise the use of misguided

Ideologically biased and pineal deterioration

Reactivation technique

Best retreat steadfast to inner roots

Just to seek and reciprocate a path of teeth that gnash out the truth

Lest experience indiscriminate blessing of karmatic wrath

Muh Fucka