next time that i see you downtown ima tell u bout how, when they come,-and they will- they'll be rollin fatty blunts with the buds that they find in yer last dub sack and sippin stale day old blood stored in 40s in the fridge that they tapped from a bald white fag, it taste like ketchup from a keg cup
last time that you came into my mind I had tried to leave a message on yer cell phone, you were right it was bad to be alone when I took all of that mutagen, ya better get sum medicine, for sin is in for the season all my citizens- I would love to be the fresh air bubble in yer vain I'll explain, make my way into yer valve, fuck the pace you operate until we speak sleepily, now we can rest peacefully just knowng that the end iz near, that's what I hear.
credits
from Gob,
released April 7, 2013
all sounds courtesy of Shoppingspree
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