"Contact Your Local Liquidator" (ft. Bruxism) off our new album MILDRED
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LYRICS

I’m so sick of everyone in my life
If I died tonight, only the Dalai Lama would cry
You should bide your time
Hoping I fall to the side
Saying “He shone so bright, yeah we was boys prehype”
Now check it out
My only real friends wear white over the suit and tie
Jump off the deep end with a 12 gauge and a .45
Subconscious beat down while I tweak out on the pistol sight
You don’t need real friends when you’re always talking to the sky

You got too greedy and took a risk that just wasn’t worth it
I walk too freely around with tools I stole from a surgeon
Better be sure in you assertion to liquidate persons
Once I make contact
Sign that clean up contract
Nobody can stop it for certain
Fatal gravity current
Nasal cavity vermin
Gonna consume all of the powder caked on your Burtons
Gotta little bit of gutter green
With a surplus of all purpose Mr. Clean in my thermos
Fleece all the poppyseeds off your person
Never gonna float your boat but I’ll burn it

Doctor, doctor
Gimmie the prescription
I’m trying to turn my morals blurry like my vision
Fuck the facts, I got fiction in my system
Take it over like a riot in a prison
Bitch I’m out like my brain’s playing taps
Fuck a plan, only tactic is I gotta stay intact
I’m only half a man left
Lizard brain loose
And I got 7 seconds left till that thought loops

Someone please explain why living in a van is so appealing to me
I got no reason to be sinking in the Dead Sea
I got it so easy, so simple
Fill my vehicle full of piss and needles
Pit it out, set it on fire
Tenty church and tarpy steeple
Ay! Ay!
The freest agent in the west
You aint seen me at my best
If you living it’s a test
Oh no, I got the generator plugged into my chest
Snorting Prana through a trash bag
Swimming in my nest

Lawer, lawyer
Give me the deposition
I’m gonna kick that door in the court and be so suspicious on the floor
Why don’t I just solve all your cases
Spare forensics from the gore
Drank a whole bottle of Luminol
Following putrefaction to the source
Work for the firm Johnnie Cochran
Oh yes I do
Pain pools in every section
Pulp of the framed fools
Falling like satellites
Every person in Gotham spilling their brain jewels
Father of 5
Killed the kids and the love of his life too