Chill Out

Going 43 below it, I crush it up and dispose of it
In the garden, I wanna see what I can grow with it
The abortionist, beating up eggs and separating the yoke from it
I know this is deviant behaviour, I'm an anti-socialist
You couldn't cope with this, I poach a chick
And serve her up for breakfast
Now you just hoping and wishing that I had never mentioned
This shit that's so demented, I'm heaven sent but hell bent
Stop the questions, you know that I meant it
Step away from the foetus, this dude tried to police us
Now his friends are puzzled cos I tore him to pieces
Jesus, tell your god he's beneath us
Then turn around, fuck right off, and we will never speak of
The shit you saw here today cos it's so devastating
You're chicken shit, I got mine menstruating
Creating omelettes has got all them vegans demonstrating
Like I'm some monster that ate a kid so frustrating

1-3 double 0 6 triple 5, suck a dick
What I say to you when you try to fuck with my shit
Bitch

They told me no swear words so I said several of every
In the yard, of a church, at a god that don't represent me
Heavens to Betsy, I'm guessing that I'm in trouble now
But I'm possessed, may as well just fucking double down
The exorcist, well the opposite like I bring demons
To other people, I'm so sorry, I'm just spring cleaning
Don't know the meaning or feeling that comes with the fact
I'm the devil, said some, I'll leave it at that
How to react when you're a young brat who wants to do his thing?
But everyone around you just won't fucking stop complaining
They keep on saying he's hyperactivating
Say the same thing, keep saying the same thing
Until the message stabs em, I know it will cos it's pointed
Could say I left em holy like they're newly anointed
Baptised em by fire and I fully enjoyed it
Went negative 43, the mixing chamber? Destroyed it

1-3 double 0 6 triple 5, suck a dick
What I say to you when you try to fuck with my shit
Bitch



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Writer(s): Coen Grumetza, Cuckoo Coco
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