Head Tick
Take another bag
You have so many
They are filled with shit
That smells like when you were
Sweet and jaundiced
Whatcha gonna save for?
Tell me what you'd tank for!
Whatcha gonna cry for?
Tell me what you'd break for!
You have no face
I have no case
So let's grab a slab of
Beyond Meat and shove it
Right into your holes and holes
I'll take a swig
Better rest that cataract
That nice, fat hackneyed scab
Your Head! Tick! Digging through your scalp flakes
Just let it get plump and take
It's either my face or your labour
Wry neck day is almost here so
Bring in the man-buns and unlicked cub brats
Swipe your cards and your babies
Don't forget to turn the stove off
While you're at it, cut your nose off
Whatcha gonna save for?
Whatcha gonna save for?
Tell me what you'd tank for!
Tell me what you'd tank for!
Whatcha gonna cry for?
Whatcha gonna cry for?
Tell me what you'd die for!
Tell me what you'd die for!
All our sad friends
Greasing their little schemes and argot
Running around talking shit and hacking foul claps
Breaking bucks on minimalist rot rods
Sobbing about wet bags and lab rats and
All their little things!
All their little thing!
All their little things
Oh, the Cumsumption
You have so many
They are filled with shit
That smells like when you were
Sweet and jaundiced
Whatcha gonna save for?
Tell me what you'd tank for!
Whatcha gonna cry for?
Tell me what you'd break for!
You have no face
I have no case
So let's grab a slab of
Beyond Meat and shove it
Right into your holes and holes
I'll take a swig
Better rest that cataract
That nice, fat hackneyed scab
Your Head! Tick! Digging through your scalp flakes
Just let it get plump and take
It's either my face or your labour
Wry neck day is almost here so
Bring in the man-buns and unlicked cub brats
Swipe your cards and your babies
Don't forget to turn the stove off
While you're at it, cut your nose off
Whatcha gonna save for?
Whatcha gonna save for?
Tell me what you'd tank for!
Tell me what you'd tank for!
Whatcha gonna cry for?
Whatcha gonna cry for?
Tell me what you'd die for!
Tell me what you'd die for!
All our sad friends
Greasing their little schemes and argot
Running around talking shit and hacking foul claps
Breaking bucks on minimalist rot rods
Sobbing about wet bags and lab rats and
All their little things!
All their little thing!
All their little things
Oh, the Cumsumption
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Writer(s): Mann Raquel
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