Текст песни Festered Flesh (feat. Smith the Poet) - The Thought

Insular, Indica in the carotid
Brought inching and crawling to Vincent and got him
Investing a bit in the product to get us through harvest
(Ay!)
Benjamin farming in Carbondale
Hardened the skin on my fingers from cardboard to martyr-nails
I don't know Arbor from Monorails, Marginal Error the Artist
(Ay!)
Arson the Prodigy armed with apologies
Don't want the honor of paying for crimes
Arnold in marble they carbo'd the Cobbler
Harm done to Parlor is great for the Times
The bar-back is a car-jacker
With a bomb-jacket, trained in a little bit of hacking
So cracking back at the whole faction?
Put your back in, gotta fashion a magnet

Draw 'em close with the bottled potions and the Holy Ghost
Like I bought an ocean and propose a toast
Going through the motions just to own a boat
(Ay!)
Chosen to hold myself over the others
They don't got the soul that I got so it's smothering
Opening doors for the old is a role for the suckers, give me a Tootsie Roll
(Ayyyyy!)
Stole what I grow from the hopeless for bonuses
I don't know nothing 'bout ethics
Colder than cryogenic labs
Frozen to trap photogenic aesthetics
Messier than the press best day
Festered Flesh, on the texture: Whose
Texting her like "Just press play"
Sent a video just for you
Silly ho, that's Rick Astley
Not my booty-hole, Boo-Hoo!
Hit that "Boom, boom, boom!"
Hope she don't know voodoo

You irrelevant, it's prevalent we back up on the block
Spitting excellence since Exodus, I be floating when I jot
I got the Rollie on me, looking phony, not a boulder, it's a rock
Craving solely codeine, fuck a forty, can't hear you homie
(Mick!)
Foley is wild woadie, Bruiser Brody, here to make the guap
Off that Thrax, I can't be stopped, bitch, keep barking, you'll get dropped
Shut the fuck up, this a bop, I blur the line like Brian Pillman
Dope dealing is an art, I got soul, y'all want slop
I'm talking Mad Max, she gave me thunder dome
So I'm cleaning out the gutters, hoe
Been bad, my stutter butter, yo, Tom Petty I can't fold
Got gift of gab, I stick to the flow, don't make me bless these blokes
You don't want the heebie-jeebies, Stevie
I don't wanna a ruin your evening, believe me
With that half-spin jumper, yo, Tracy McGrady, yeah
Big wig thumper, man, I been wavy, watch me
Swish the buzzer in HD, baby, and steal the show like Lahey
They gonna drool, I'm Minnie Dripperton
(Dude!)

I've been eating like Dianne Keaton, only geeking on the weekend
I be thinking 'bout the deep end, hope we dreaming
I ain't sleeping through it, dawg, keep it a Bando, haunted like Rambo
Puffing Monsanto, I can't flop, only knock and set up shop
(Bitch!)
I got this shit on lock, Dubs are Mando, you'll get mopped
We sleep-walking to the top, peep game
(Peep game!)
Known unknowns, I slang, if you lost you a lame
And some things never change for the better or worse
So here's to going berserk in hopes to profit off the pain
And get some purple suede
But mostly resonate before I leave the dreamscape
I'm with the squadron, stuck up in them stars and
Making nonsense 'til I'm nauseous, doing donuts in a starship
(Yeah)