Atrophy - "Sever Bedwetter MC's"
Decisions improbable that the missions impossible
Emissions unstoppable this exhibitions phenomenal
The tropical edition the topical addition
To the module thats just dishin these abominable lyrics
A molecule of impairment a chronicle of despair and
The obstacles nominal to make you comical do illogical errands
Through your corpus collosum morbid this experiment
Has warped us like Marilyn torch Maryland for American
Tourists who want to see the shit burn down like the perilous
Tenements Im about to burn now Ill go to hell in embarrassment
Starin at agents darin them to glare scarin your parents
Wearin a merit says youre my #1 son I swear it
You aint nothing but a G-string ba-by
So lemme run these fingers faint-ly
Through you Im the doosh who accrues the juice
A masseuse for all you truly loose groups that act prude

S-s-slittin your coat with whats written it gloats
Youd never ever forever be fettered to that shit thats spoke
By these bedwetter MCs in which Ill sever their throats
Every letter must invoke my endeavor to pleasure those

My lifes a sabbatical my clavicles shattered lateral
Compatible for radicals who dont think this is magical
With a capital A Im an animal a cannibal
Like Hannibal I use brains as collateral so tyrannical
Dynamic full of true pain that becomes amorphous
Endorphins coarsin through my blue blood a tormented courtship
With the devil a rebel just fascinated by a pebble
It advocates my imagination level validates Im settled
So I dont have to worry about adjourning life
The jurys not in fury but curious to see this journey take flight
Yearning for that light of sight just burning with all this might
The surly Ill fight serving these dirty herbs with a verbal spice
As the blood curdles the love is thermal emitting this heat
Evicting this beat from the internal committee that speaks
From my inner being a sinner breeding on the street
Youll feel the your innards depleting being deleted like these trees

Hobblin in this metropolis the scent of opulence
Makes me just another anonymous consequence
Of actions that I havent even done because Im not prominent
With the dollars kid I dont have monuments to show my confidence
And dominance in situations insinuations this mutation
Of inflation givin patrons rations as donations will continue basic-
Ally what Im sayin is that the rich see the poor as feeble
Remember these weasels dont see them as people theyre evil
Lethal like Steve Seagel with an Eagle that severs whats legal
As I lay on the steeple of this cathedral less equal than a Beagle
Cuz I dont even have a job I sob I wont rob Bob
To get that dollar bill come holla if you want to pop me cops
Suicide by sods fucken drunk pigs alcoholics wont stop
Like the pop copy shop if you get in a brawl youll probly get shot
Getting the hed-wops from your Mom while your Pops just watch
As X-cons swap twats with your bitch and that hot chick from S.W.A.T.s