Wikileaking - Shape

The only living boy in new Jers' emerged from the burbs\nIm 'purp sippin; burboun on the curb with thirty birds from Bergon chirpin'\nwith their hands up on my person tryna 'surp the serpent I search their purses\nwhen their heard trynna bismearch a merchant Im burnin' Sherman’s 'til the\nsurface of Earth’s a circus I’m from the furnace that you learn of in churches\nsermons up in the club off any kind of drugs a kid can purchase wake up to\nnurses trynna say I overdosed on percocets my nerves is burstin' like they\nsurgeons in cerebral circus’s servin these murderous evil verses like voodo\ncurses we clappin' burners without permits make our fans get nervous ain’t got\na tool yea we landing in a bailey herses im from the land of lend lerda nerd a\ndirty dancing im your camera acting bad. your grandma is crack a lacking you\ncan’t imagine the savage damage that this manic depressive impressive rapper\nhas been channeling simply Maryln Manson. Yeah I been slacking\nBut im back up in the lab eleaborate lavishly writing combative tracks for\nthiswack racket\nBack to by bad habits brandishing battle axes a rambling bastard attacking\naccurately back in action\nBack in action\nIm in your bathroom with some mad loose tattoo’d\nHalf nude sippin' here to really sniffin' bad news\nThey wanna love me cause I treat em like their dads do\nPlus they got a fetish for excellent looking math clues\nHeard you don’t get up until past noon\nIm bad mood, staff who pass through, this cash rules crap shoot\nThe crack rules cackling cracker crackeling crack tunes\nWho slap fools back into glass and turn into statues\nIm bruising