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lyrics
My head don't fit on my neck. I can't think straight, let alone distinguish from my dreamscapes. Ghost ridin’ the whip with three ring wraiths. Send a winky face and ask you how the sphincter taste.
Immigrate to inner space and live inside my grimmer days. Cringin’, thinkin’ ‘bout my Christian phase. Kiss a naked chiquita and feel her tongue disintegrate. Demon eighty year old lady decaying in her place. I’m dressin’ in the emperor's hand me down bathroom gown, pants and crown. I’m fancy now. Gettin’ free food from hindus? Don't have a cow. Ladies. Grab a towel. I’m ‘bout to make your panties drown. Get jurassic on the mattress makin’ raptor sounds. Young Domewrecker, pecker in your pastor's mouth. The trip's gone bad! The acid's brown! (The fuck you rappin’ ‘bout?) I don't know. I’m tappin’ out.
Fuck existence. I’ll try harder next time.
Something’s missing and it’s something I should let die.
Fuck ambition. Someone else can get mine.
Something's in me and it's something I should let die
Fuck cognition. I’ll try in my next life.
Something's missing and it's something I should let die.
My head don’t connect to my neck right.
I blew at being a baby. I missed my first birthday. The pussy that took my virginity was turn based. Now she gettin’ overdraft fees at my sperm bank. Never trust magicians or mermaids. Never take your sister to third base, even if she wants to help raise you in the worst way. I ain't shook, just a little stir crazy. Short fuse, hot nerves, too much personal space lately. Invade me. Get the surgical tape ready. There's rolls of it in the basement. Don't hold me to my statements. My notebook's full of dangerous corrosive quotations and I’m prone to go total apeshit when it's open. This ulcer's an escape route for the worm I’m cultivating and it's woefully mistaken if it thinks it's ever going home safely. I’m only gonna say this once, so pay attention. The name's Lieutenant Headtrip. Feel pain at my discretion.
Something’s missing and it’s something I should let die.
Fuck ambition. Someone else can get mine.
Something's in me and it's something I should let die.
Fuck cognition. I’ll try in my next life.
Something's missing and it's something I should let die.
My head don’t connect to my neck right.
credits
from Comedy of the Filthbeast,
released June 27, 2017
Produced by Headtrip
Scratches by Samurai Banana
We teamed up with our NYC homies Backwoodz Studioz, Reservoir Sound, Uncommon and Smoker's Cough to bring you the dopest of NYC's underground on the same album. WATKK
a blend of lyric majesty ontop of a cachophony of sounds that stir my soul's intent into question?im serious .love love love this melodic poet. cafriner
this album has the "IT" factor . there is nothing too unconventional here , and you here a lot of traditional classic hip hop beats here but with a spacey sci fi twist . these two styles mesh perfectly and some of there punchlines are hilarious . these dudes don't take themselves too serious and they have fun making hip hop and the final product is cohesive and feels natural and not forced . these two made a timeless project . some major wutang influences in the production , check it out ! addicted-2-booombap
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