The Internal Dialogue of Obnoxious Dave
&
The Dance with Death
Aristocratics past giftin disasters in a blitzin fashion,
They got me in fits of madness, I wanna hit em and stab em
Then get and scatter!!
There they are, behind my back with diamonds set
In their necklaces was meshed with a hat and canes,
How are those bastards sane and I'm actin strange!?
Just cause they're decked out in nice clothes (I'd buy those)
And aftershave to lubricate when they masturbate,
I'm sure they do that although it's a rude and crude act
But that doesn't matter, Hey! You wanna blow those bastards away!?
Or walk up with a golf club and shatter his brains?
Come on!! Come out of your cavern Dave and plaster their face
On the sidewalk while we eat their eyeballs
And Laugh in their face!! Wouldn't that be great!?
Don't you think it's time to rattle the cage to your mind a rest
Cause we've battled for days in mental limbo with each sigh of breath,
Well thats about to change! Now we'll live by the pistol and side with Death!!
You've got the lust, Now take the final step before you rip and bust
Like a violent belch, Or....That might be something else...
Irregardless, Put your left, Then right, Yes that's nice,
These fellas have a dance with Death tonight.
There put the knife in your hands, Go on, Get it, It's right in your pants'
Pocket, Relax, Don't fight you can't stop it cause it's time to dance,
You can't stop it.
Henry, I dare say those gentleman are wearing the finest of silk.
What? You're out of your mind if you're still trying to kill.
...Nonsense you bastard there is no such thing as mind over will,
And yes there jewelery is nice. It's lined with a kind of gold and sil-
Huh!? No they don't use aftershave for lubrication,
And disregard their clothing, I think we simply are rather, how do you say?
...Illuminations of creations set in the perfect placement
For murderous Satanists. Soon you'll learn to face this.
...No Henry!! You're only a figment of my imagination!!
HahAhhAha!!! You're wrong I do exist faggot.
I'm the itch you're scratching, Your niche, Your passions...
And I'm the man who held your bitch on the matress
And ripped and shattered her face to liquid matter..
...Helen No!!...You really did this you bastard...
....There put the knife in your hands, Go on, Get it, It's right in your pants'
Pocket, Relax, Don't fight you can't stop it cause it's time to dance,
You can't stop it.