Intoxicated Corpse
• Written by Sumo1994
been told to get started, sitting here pondering,
with a bong and a coffin/
coughing up tar while i'm talking,
these demons only barking/
but they only see whats hazardous,
my cardiac cells precancerous/
which not their final state, its just a metaphor
explaining pain that has me torn/
I tend to say fuck it, write your mind away
til there's no space/
just want to kill my dads fiancee
but don't want jail time, shes kinda ma maid/
I'm 20, still haven't had my bed made,
Cuz i don't have one, homework starring at me blank/
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Sumo1994
Member since April 13 2015