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Yo, I'm sorry for the negativity but uh
this wage slavery keeps playin me...

INTRO
The poor get poorer and the rich just bitch.
I'm a problem ya can't ignore like a cut wit no stitch.
From Kuala Lumpur to Budapest and in my head.
It's a class war, but who's the privileged?

1.
I /gotta death wish, unprotected sex for breakfast
and hemlock for a digestive. Poppin pills for my depression.
Call this rigor mortis cuz we workin class stiffs
/ This mortician prescription is piss mixing wit embalmin fluids.
/ I'm a bombing nuisance, and my paradigm
is a pair of dimes, my two cents is noose knits all the time.
/ So you better protect ya neck sir, look both ways before crossing this
Beat. Wear a turtle neck sweater and sum heavy Kevlar.
no matter the weather pack for major heat or get dead as leather.
Takin precautionary measures like wearing protection before banging your preferred gender.
Taking the fingers of a Senator and stickin em into a blender.
Then I'm sendin mail bombs to Peter King only to get em returned to sender!?
I /gotta death wish, you likely to get your neck slit.
Infectious like meth hits—JUST SAY NO, K-I-DS.
most maddest and rabid when I rap it so rapid, dissect vapid thought bubbles wit no trouble like rabbits in biology lab class while high as fuck on a splash of acid gone rancid.
Peepin the grim reaper's slimmer features
I never know which direction I'm beheaded to.
But suicide's got seductive eyes so I
guess I'm demented too.
I gotta Death Wish.
Charles Bronson reanimated and activated.
Political opponents get amputated when we agitated,
saturated in propaganda fabricated,
masqueraders get decimated when I'm takin amining
at any dumb mothafucka on same plane as Sarah Palin.
But I put out my neck for Madame Guillotine but got decapitated.
I guess I gotta Death Wish infatuation.

If life is what. We. Choose.
Why do I feel. So. Screwed?
Spit up/ thrown out. Just chewed
Answers I wish I knew.

My fears have just bled through.
My hope has been consumed.
Why can't I shake these blues?
Answers I wish I knew.

Psionic

Subversive

2011

Throw up your horns.

I gotta death wish.