[Bodey]

i'm a raving recluse that snaps its neck with a noose
that i formed from my web, what a shitty excuse
forgotten and then some, a coffin with phlegm, yum
i soften like Ren does whenever Stimpy extends dumb
wakin up, gettin dressed, walkin through the motions
bakin up when i'm stressed, dodgin overdoses
pausin for the moment where i'm rotten and my soul splits
what a wishy-washed up poet, and everybody knows it
never-working faucet's flowin, i guess i'll thank the roaches
poorly rolled spliff sits bristled in my lips
what do you consider bliss as i sizzle in its grips
yes, the wit's gone, it's been no secret to me
one big yawn during fall watchin leaves on a tree
analytical maybe? dog's anal-lickin like crazy
sober is a critical baby who never wishes to grace me
so cynical daily, why cant my pinnacle crave me
i'm as acidic as they be, secretly hoping you'll save me