Static Moist

If I had the choice, fair squares would be trapezoids and

Boxes that you think outside of when your down would trap your voice

Static Moist change all of the norms that people form In a cut

Screaming up a storm and I was born to mourn just for what

Born to duck guts, born to suck nuts, born to fuck sluts

Grow the fuck up, you're so stuck up, your mom must've

Had a kink for shoving fucking bombs up butts your songs suck ya wrongs took ya and

Me down a fatal path drown in fountains of the later past

As in recently, come on get a piece of me

Set a battle time I'll be there that will be a beast to beast

Face to face spitting until the other one turns red