V Don - Perverse Suffering lyrics

Yo I swear these kids clone-proof and read These audiences is computer geeks I murdered a Worcester family one night And stood in the house rocking Judas Priest I'm like Ted Bundy in a rave with glowsticks giving brunettes E's Generation X slacker, don't give me that, who is he The most famous suicide, soon to be My name ring bells like shooting shooting speed Compulsive, my room is neat In bloom I talk to a corpse like I promise will go away on vacation, just you and me And what movement scene Underground rappers dead Come to my show, I hope you boo and leave You could call me engine head, diesel fuel machine Obsoleting defiant fan blades spittin' uber heat And if you think what I spit, then you're dead Like I smell like a groupie's perfume in heat Smothering the scent of shoveling cubic feet I showed up to the show in a gown with wristbands Slit hands, pa** me the dips man Supercoven, I waive the Gonzo fist flag I get chicks man I go out my wingman is a bottle of chloroform and a dishrag I'm a young prince, crystal sh**, touch chicks, and xanax hole Moon ring blacker than spoon bottoms I stashed at home I'm so gone the Earth stands to clap at shows Acid magic, white rabbit flow Dust tabs and coke Chaos, witchcraft occult Cross country, yellow punch buggy Crumb on plastic spokes Handcuffs, nylon, mask and rope Violent Satanist Addict rap, brag of dopes I think I s**, but you're not half as dope I have no soul