[Chorus] These razorblades seeking new skin Out your bleeding, dress up those wounds like ballerinas These crazy days, peep the news print Crowds of demons, bodies houses for foul diseases [Verse 1] These mainstream changelings I put no trust on them They say that trends will save me So I pray that I'm up on them They want to f** with my babies Then I'll roll up and buck on them It's twenty lashes just for dummy practice They say Slump is magic but Sape's unimaginative I want to see twenty racks when I lift up the mattress And that's real talk [Chorus] [Verse 2] Put up your digits for worship While I dream of no plastic I'm trying to make perfect So no time for no practice I don't kick it with urchins Oh no, I'm on some grown man sh** It's too late now I don't know what to do It's too late now I don't know what to do I stay up late now And shoot antique guns at the moon Doot doo doot doo, I better lay down