On the tip of my mind

[Bodey]

So unoriginal, it reeks of this pitiful
girl without a pinnacle, below the barrel of the minimal
Passin up this webpage, up my ass it's wedged, hey.
A self-sabotagin head case with catastrophic red brains
Am I supposed to be impressin you like dumb bells to a fat bitch?
I don't even got the flesh to bruise or the blood cells to match it

Stagnant writing... So absent-minding
Whatever happened to fighting like a Tyson biting
This fish outta water got pissed on and slaughtered
Wish that I could be altered, not this bitch of a daughter
Since when do I ponder slit wrists and revolvers
Mixed with unibombers, 6 spliffs and a chopper
Call me Jefferey Dahmer, kid's limbs in a locker
Or Cujo, a snarler, bloody spikes on the collar
Swift kick to the balls, I'm a dyke playin soccer

Does that make it awkward? To self-hate like it prospers?
As if I could conquer a thing as this monster?

It's only when I get plastered that I do become clear
Wakin up to blunt wrappers and half cans of beer
My shit is outdated, it's been done and been played with
Hurts not to strip the page naked, jottin only what's vacant

So thanks for your brutal honesty on these futile songs you read
It really never dawned on me that this was always wrong for me
That this could never be my outlet, that I wouldn't let myself refute it
Stuck a fork up in that socket but I'm not electrocuted

[dead man]

:(