Jakprogresso - Deep in the Mud lyrics

All I know is that death
In it's most hideous form
Wait's for me at the top of those stairs!
That's not all you know, Mrs justin
You hold the answer
Deep within your own mind
Consciously you forgotten it
That's the way the human mind works

Toaaadmiiilk, yeah, I'm 'bout to
Process you all, yeah about to
Get fuckin' real negative, I hate
My shit too, man
Welcome Home, I hate me too
They call me the Shape
Ha ha hahaha, the nameless one, yeah
Hate yo' life, yo, yo
Stripper legs stickin' out the
Back o' the pickup, i got
Pickеd up, trying to drag a
Stiff out the back
But got the left kick stuck (fuck)
Thinkin' back to whеn I was a bit young
The first was too heavy to lift
Up, I just left it, the last I
Redressed and propped it to sit up
Lookin' at her like
(ohh man) , I dunno how I'm not gonna get
Caught for this one, the last panic attack
I had was a big one (fuck)
Nobody likes me, nobody like me
I cut off the LIE
Went to Gilgo Beach to sightsee
I rehearse on my crib for battles
Of severed heads hype me
Patient in line since 19, socks for
The grip, hospital white tee
I drop mad rabie work
The rap Harvey Weinstein
(oh come on, man) , oops too soon, my bad
Six-triple time that, the Devil's hand
Deep in my chest, like a triple by pass
(yes) i took the buttons and felt holy
Soul free, provokin' the gold?pee
Heavy crow's feet
Their nims disrobe me, clothed in front of
The cult, swingin' a smokin' home piece
My back bony, buried in soil stony
Can o' beans in sternal solely
The frosting fingerless gloves
Over stove heat (starvin')
I'm a hash llama, Ashwagandha, play
The halal, throat slash brahma
Powder from Sajama, flesh okra
With encased glass okras, past trauma
Pickin' at the scab on my lid, spittle on
My bib, king baby, fell out the crib
Broke my extra rib
Almost got drowned in the bathtub
By the other kids (fuck) , I was deployed
I'm a grown boy, I'm a pipe bomb
Stashed in Indian point, rape Earth Mother
See famine in her groin skin baggy on bones
Bag o' bones my skin spacious
(whaat?) , refreshed like pure lysergic
After hiatus!

Whenever something is too unpleasant
Too shameful for
Us to entertain we reject it
We erase it from our memory, but
The imprint is always there
Nothing is ever really forgotten
But don't all of us do
Things we're ashamed of?
Wouldn't be human if we hadn't
Them quite human, Doctor