Pot Helps pt. 19

YOU KNOW WHAT
HOW ABOUT FUCK YOU
HOW ABOUT YOU HAVE NO FUCKING CLUE
WHAT WITH YOUR BANDANNAS AND SHADES AND BROWN BOTTLED SOCIAL LUBRICANT GLUE,
FUCK YOU
AND CONDESCENDING TO ME WHILE YOU'RE THE ONE WITH CAPRI PANTS ON
I COULDN'T HELP BUT JUGGLE MY LAUGHTER WITH A PUNCH OF YOUR FACE,
OR YOUR MOTHER'S FACE THAT I ALWAYS JUST RECENTLY CAME ON
CAUSE I DON'T DROP BOMBS
I CARPET BOMB
I GET INSIDE YOUR HEAD AND STAB YOUR THOUGHTS WITH SHIT-TIPPED SPEARS
LIKE THE UNDEFEATED VIETCONG
ASKING ME WHAT'S WRONG
LIKE YOU NEED SOME SORT OF AN EXPLANATION
I SEE DEBT SLAVERY SO CLEAR WE MIGHT AS WELL BE ON THE MOTHERFUCKING PLANTATION
WE GOT A LITTLE RAIN AND YOU COULDN'T HAVE WAITED
TO PUT US ON PAR WITH THOSE POOR DEAD HAITIANS
TWISTED FUCKING RELATIONS IN THE YEAR TWENTY TEN
AND YOU'RE AT IT AGAIN
LIVING FOR THOSE ADVERTISING MESSAGES JAMMED ALL THE WAY DOWN IN YOUR HEAD
AND YOU DO WHAT THEY TELL YOU TO DO NOW THEN AND NEXT
FEAR DEATH
OR ANYTHING THAT CAUSES YOU TO SLOW DOWN HOW YOU SPEND
BECAUSE IT'S ALL FUCKING MADE UP
LIKE THE WORDS THAT COME FROM THE LAVA OF MY GUT
AND THE INFLATED THINGS YOU'LL PROBABLY WANT TO SAY
AFTER YOU HEAR ABOUT MY WRIST
THAT GOT CUT

so get fucked.