Beatahoe - Patient lyrics

[First part of intro is only on the M U D W O R K remix album] (Lock your doors, lock your windows, if you have the ability to provide additional security devices, then by all means do so.) (Jesus what's happening out here? This place is turning into a f**ing insane asylum.) If the trash out selling bodies, I'm collecting hobbies I'll open up melons properly Behind this mask you can't tell I'm sorry The one in nervous cell was sloppy Hillside dumpsites They think it's another Kenneth Bianchi Hooker's hair was in my hand I held it calmly Asian girls dumped, face swelled up, their skin smell like saké The block freeze Russian call girls found strangled next to the belt and crop seed f** with chems, spill jars, put the hell on broccoli Pull that burner out She cut herself first, I couldn't turn her down If the other friend had a head she'd be the first to bounce I let the others nurse the pounds Waiting for my career to make a turnaround Psycho pharmacist Fire from rifle darken skin Pliers pinch your tongue Boxcutter slice off part of it Paranoid fallout turn my whole armament Human flesh partsman, I write all of this They try to make moves and breathe Try to meat-grind me in a horrorcore's waste basket of stool and pee I ruin scenes like me throwing up a wolf's face, it'd be cool to see Burial plots in my house, cubic feet I wrote this album on a shroom retreat