GONEFISHIN

line and sinner
The breadwinner is feasting on you and your friends for dinner
Ad hominem
The bitches act tough until you body them
Here I go drinking til I'm gone again
All five of em slaughtered in a house Vonnegut
Oh shit
Someone called the cops again
Fill em full of holes
Swiss cheese wheezing for the oxygen
I'm not mad
I'm the opposite
You fiending for my music like you smoking on them rocks again
Popping in flipping mattresses to restock my block again
Pylons powered up
Your nervous system getting shocked again
Your neurons all fried up
You dried up
Prune juice squeezing at the urinal spelling I CUP
Outside your mind feeling fine and inside you unwind
Aligned and outshined
Primed for torture
Crime and fortune
The mortuary is waiting for you with the door open

I'm going fishing

I'm casting nets
Swaddling these babies like a bassinet for three
Swabbing the deck
Trying to clean up the mess
For someone sees
Sickness bobbing and weaves
Chopping up the bodies while I'm chumming the seas
Aye aye plucked each one out so I could stew on the sty
Fly by breaking the sound barrier
With my crew in the sky
You won't catch me CSI
I cut my fingerprints
Like who the fuck is this guy

I'm going fishing

Reelin em in
There he go squealing again
Ahoy matey
You bilge-sucking scallywags
Been pissing me off lately
I give no quarter to those who stay hating
Cleave them to the brisket and use them for shark baiting
Dead men can't tell no tales
So I cut their tongues out and use them to seal all my mail
When they scream and they wail
I'll stretch out their skin and turn them into my sail

We going fishing
I'm going fishing
Slimbag



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Writer(s): Troy Martin
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