Throw’d, the Unstable - Napalm Saliva lyrics
[Throw’d, the Unstable - Napalm Saliva lyrics]
I jack off so many times a day
I'm shutting down abortion clinics
Burning people to my left & right
Like I'm whore with Syphilis
I'd back you into the fucking corner
If you weren't more defenseless
Attacking the coroner
Leaving the mourners to wonder what
The fuck that stench is
Throw'd, can't rhyme or flow
You know that's a poor description
Sharp at every angle like a porcupine
Flying through a sword convention
The more you talk, the sicker i
Get, the more i hate, the more i get
Horny from winding up the torture devices
To leave your torso stretched
Some people say that being angry can drive
You to be your very best
And also help you wipe the board clean
Like losing a game of chess
Every grudge i ever fucking held I've
Now just laid to rest
There's nobody on this
Mothafuckin planet that's
Worth a day of stress
Channel my spirit through each and
Every intellectual conscience medium
Communication with multiple dimensions just
Isn't that remedial
I feel as sick as i feel
Detached but connected to the evil
A savior to myself
A fucking demon to these people
I lost my girlfriend, lost my apartment
Yeah i lost my salary
But I've cried more from plucking
My eyebrows and seasonal allergies
More numb than an anesthesiologist that
Dips into his own supply
Slightly apathetic to the fact that
Everything i love will die
My lyricism's a light that isn't
In the fucking light spectrum
Give me various local emcees
And I'll fucking dissect them
I got more dangerous thoughts than
Yours coming out my rectum
A walking man on fire is how
You know i blessed him
I used to be corny and awkward as fuck
When i try to blast upon a beat
But now all of a sudden this
Random rapping's occurring naturally to me
My soothing wordplay would surely calm
The rage of Revenants
While the shitty entertainment industry of
Modern day's a fucking pestilence
I hear the sounds of crushing skulls
Every time my fucking pencil hit's
Every paper i write my lyrics on fills
Up with blood before I finish it
Worldwide high magnitude earthquakes
Replicate the sound of me mating
I fit more words into a bar
Than literature majors that're speed dating
Subconscious pattern recognition, hoe
Don't make me doubt my intuition
After quickly efficient calculations
Deem that you've
Been the slut that's itching
Begging to burn my dick off but
I'd rather skip the antibiotic prescription
On a scale of 1-10 how likely is
It that i don't fuck with bitches?
I'm shutting down abortion clinics
Burning people to my left & right
Like I'm whore with Syphilis
I'd back you into the fucking corner
If you weren't more defenseless
Attacking the coroner
Leaving the mourners to wonder what
The fuck that stench is
Throw'd, can't rhyme or flow
You know that's a poor description
Sharp at every angle like a porcupine
Flying through a sword convention
The more you talk, the sicker i
Get, the more i hate, the more i get
Horny from winding up the torture devices
To leave your torso stretched
Some people say that being angry can drive
You to be your very best
And also help you wipe the board clean
Like losing a game of chess
Every grudge i ever fucking held I've
Now just laid to rest
There's nobody on this
Mothafuckin planet that's
Worth a day of stress
Channel my spirit through each and
Every intellectual conscience medium
Communication with multiple dimensions just
Isn't that remedial
I feel as sick as i feel
Detached but connected to the evil
A savior to myself
A fucking demon to these people
I lost my girlfriend, lost my apartment
Yeah i lost my salary
But I've cried more from plucking
My eyebrows and seasonal allergies
More numb than an anesthesiologist that
Dips into his own supply
Slightly apathetic to the fact that
Everything i love will die
My lyricism's a light that isn't
In the fucking light spectrum
Give me various local emcees
And I'll fucking dissect them
I got more dangerous thoughts than
Yours coming out my rectum
A walking man on fire is how
You know i blessed him
I used to be corny and awkward as fuck
When i try to blast upon a beat
But now all of a sudden this
Random rapping's occurring naturally to me
My soothing wordplay would surely calm
The rage of Revenants
While the shitty entertainment industry of
Modern day's a fucking pestilence
I hear the sounds of crushing skulls
Every time my fucking pencil hit's
Every paper i write my lyrics on fills
Up with blood before I finish it
Worldwide high magnitude earthquakes
Replicate the sound of me mating
I fit more words into a bar
Than literature majors that're speed dating
Subconscious pattern recognition, hoe
Don't make me doubt my intuition
After quickly efficient calculations
Deem that you've
Been the slut that's itching
Begging to burn my dick off but
I'd rather skip the antibiotic prescription
On a scale of 1-10 how likely is
It that i don't fuck with bitches?