Poutlast (Stone Age)

Sick fuck
aint typed for weeks
tippd up
and fightin the speak
invite the insight
brighten the weak
with a light in the sink
devices and trinkets
mite get him thinking
of lightning and drinking
thriving or sinking
no fuckin blinkin
u mite miss it
get told a lie
just smile and dive in it
stop wastin my minutes
leak out a puddle
and try to lie in it
you don’t know shit
and u fuckin know it
pick it up and throw it
I know itll take time
Meetin all the cretins
Walkin the same line
Ships tippen over
Grip slippen sober
Get with this shit
Begin liftin’ the boulders
Kill ur ego
Knife it till its lifeless
Never hit nobody like it
It’s kind of exiten’
Writen his life in
In so many weatherd letters
Sika kicken and fighten
What to get next
Sicka swimin it
This fuckin ships wrecked
So get ghastly
Bastards swim past me
And ask me the hapnings
I figure they can figure it
Nobody gave me nothing
When I first came into it
Thin fluids
Drippen out the lips
Of the victim in the sewage
Sitten in the ditch
Litten cigarettes
Spiten to the wicked
Instrumental in his head
Pay em or leave em
It’s a dangerous freedom
While ur playin in the matrix
Were makin agreements
Keep payin the bills
We’ll stay in the hills
While u chill in the city
Prayin for pills
Killen off the gods
With ur villain entourage
Akward laws. Feelin like hell more often than not.
creepin outta the shell
Might as well
Get in a cuple
Fuckin fights with myself
Something just isn’t
Right with my health
Maybe it’s the fact
Ive been breakin my back
And getting nuthin in return from
The mother fuckin nurse
At first it hurts
But with a little bita time
You merge with the curse
Becomes a piece of you
And everyone defines you
By the fucking things you do