late night rhymes, love you guys

[Bodey]

my liver is suctioned down by octopus tentacles
blood rivers rupture out, the nauseasness centerfolds
hydroxy cut men will grow but conquers the ten-year old
apoxie sculpts threads of woes and impossible medical
with autopsies from head to toe, copying death in rows
the obvious drug of dose, my hospital-- pen of gold
thoughts dribble from my ears like little sips of beer
stuck in the middle here, torn with committal fears
i stick a pint of rum inside my eyes and run
lickin the white right up; cuz indecisively, it's fun
pry em from the sockets and regurgitate my sight
blinded in the moshpit but this journal page sheds light
i'd go on, let these rhymes intertwine and be
the tightest they can while i smoke the finest tree
but right now its time to watch duck dynasty
so peace out for now, netcees, stay fly for me