A Short Introduction To The Trashcan; Chapter 1: Bonding with flies lyrics
by Istasha
Bootstrapped sh*t
With a cleaver at my leg
Ought to hit dumb dregs
In the wild for a paycheck
Win it Timmy
I'ma teach a lesson
Would you beg for respect?
Broken tapes don’t self eject
Leave it all uncut
Pierce whoevers scuffed
Make the post just
Run a stake through your eyes like its neversoft
Panorama round
Can't see at all
Or would you rather run about a circuit
Shortcut
Lack of power
And you're out
Disinegration doesnt matter
Youre inactive
Cut clean from the racks still talk sh*t
Care yo' act and navigate your practice?
It's absent
Living dirt
Running like youre hunted
Lose my grip
Slide back in
Oiled out gears
May crack my skin