Take a Bath lyrics

[Intro: Vents]
Ayy, Trials, you see the newspaper? Hear the radio?
Miriam got a di*k
That sh*t is disgusting, makes me f*cking sick to my stomach, man
I'm sick of this sh*t, it's dirty
I need to take a f*cking bath, man, what the f*ck?

[Verse 1: Vents]
Check it out, I keep sh*t on the sneak
The rap freak, keep my hat on the tweak
On some down low sh*t, patrollin' the backstreet
Pounds of plastic, plenty of Teflon
My brain's a weapon when I get ready to drop bombs
On a massacre mission, backpacks of ammunition
Startin' to panic on the waves of your panovision
Mathematician, I got plans of retribution
A recipe for terror for startin' the revolution
Gotta save the world from the AFL
In a locker room, talkin' 'bout raping my girl
Put the whole sh*t to rest with the [?]
In a dynamite vest, stabbin' Miriam to death
With the AIDS carriers, f*ck the gay marriages
Peace to refugees that break down barriers
Of barbed wire, hey Trials, pass the pliers
I'm breakin' 'em all out to f*ckin' start a riot
[Verse 2: Trials]
Ayy
Only when I'm drunk will I wanna stick a sl*t
Liftin' up my liquor gut while I'm tryna pick her up ([?])
Rampin' in the club, passin' out prescription drugs
In a form of staunch, suicide bombers givin' hugs
Sick as f*ck, writing strategies on whiteboards
Plannin' my escape out the window of the psych ward
I'm quite bored with the drama and theatrics
We make you understand by using stand-over tactics
He's got some creep's bitter, don't hate the kings, man I
Make a blood bath like virgins when you broke 'em in
Doctor Satan's here, nurse bring the patients in (come here)
The whack faggots need taxidermy to save their skin
Take a sip from the Funkoar, one drink
And chicks think about my di*k until they hold the door
I can't be seen with you if my mates been with you
So I greet sl*ts with smiles and [?] issues

[Scratches: DJ Reflux]
"f*ck p*ssin' in your pocket"
"f*ck p*ssin' in your pocket, I'ma p*ss in your mouth"
"I'ma break it down—down—down"
"I'ma break it down for fools that ain't figured it out"

[Verse 3: Vents]
Ready to rock with machetes to chop
At the bottom of parliament, "Ayy, gimme the boss"
I'm very heated, see me in a bally, better feed it
Makin' a paraplegic out of snakes then repeat it
The predetor, Federer hat tip [?] the massacre
[?] quicker than white thumbs in Africa
I take the rage and read the red
The pyrotechnic expert dirty your best shirt
Your neck j*rk from the kick back, my temperament
Terrorist, timing a TNT six-pack
Epidemic, the panic, the population erratic
When the television nothin' but static
Hijacking the station with the help [?]
'Cause you can't get a date without the [?], you get it?
The makeover, the game's over
Feel the wrath of the pen from the maniac chainsmoker
[Verse 4: Trials]
See me in hell with gasoline and several flamethrowers
Takin' over Lucifer with Mia Jupiter, my bride
I [?] till she's eagerly my wife
[?] work, I'm makin' raps first antichrist (hey, call me)
My vice grip on the cities the same as titties
I won't let go, so save your breath and change your dress
We break the stress, wreck the best, you ain't matching us
I don't check your tracks, "I ain't into all that faggot stuff"
Vents One, Mr Trials, hungry savages
Throwin' amateurs like drunks f*ckin' up their balances
My challenge is to find [?] talent [?]
That's as hard as women pickin' up on conjugal visits in prisons
I rip rhythms, skippin' dinner a while
Workin' a mic, let's through girls like finishing lines
At my pinnacle I'm similar to biblical time
Destroyin' those who think they're great and God's gift to the [?]

[Scratches: DJ Reflux]
"f*ck p*ssin' in your pocket"
"f*ck p*ssin' in your pocket, I'ma p*ss in your mouth"
"I'ma break it down—down—down"
"I'ma break it down for fools that ain't figured it out"