Tattoo - Ginger Deadman

I'm

Looking for something to purchase

After hanging around with the worst kids

I got a taste for the taboo

I got a Death Grips tattoo

I've had a hunch for a week now

Having to choose who to leave out

I been waiting for a roundhouse

I been out of my mind now

Someone tell me where I'm supposed to go after this

Someone better give me a lift

To the edge of the world

I just shot that Messenger girl

So we go for a swirl

At the end of July

I'm about to go for a fly

For the second time in the night

And I'm open to ideas from deity lies

Pharma and fries

Open your eyes

Listen to me

Nothing ain't ever gonna come for free

Except for the weak and enemies

Except one that they call that disease

All of these people they scream at the top of their lungs but hear em you can't hear a peep

Top of the week

Death toll rise

Descending into demise

Ok first

What the fuck

Put me up for sacrifice but

Bleed less

On my suit and tie

On the bodies I

Whip in my hearse

Yeah that's money over lives

Cause power and corruption

Yeah that really ties my mind

Looking for something to purchase

After hanging around with the worst kids

I got a taste for the taboo

I got a Death Grips tattoo

I've had a hunch for a week now

Having to choose who to leave out

I been waiting for a roundhouse

I been out of my mind now

See the way they looking at me different

I was cooking enough to feed them all

Two hundred percent sure, forgiven

I been ending up All up in her dividends

Disobeying the will of the Citizens

Even if it's imminent, and we living it

Even if the point of it was the want of it

Even if their Philly rich or a little bit full of it

See the way they looking at me different

I was cooking enough to feed them all

Two hundred percent sure, forgiven

I been ending up All up in her dividends

Disobeying the will of the Citizens

Even if it's imminent, and we living it

Even if the point of it was the want of it

Even if we're filthy rich or a little bit full of it

I been lying for the fun of it

In a pulpit and I'm McLovin it

I'ma get in the front of it

Throw a Molotov cocktail in the cop car

Pop it off till I got profit

Lemme close the Closet

Sparks fly like a Fork in plug socket

Like a Heart shaped locket

Look, I don't wanna go

I know my blessing are low

Stop now, lemme see that funk

Let's burn down the station

Creation

That's my vocation

Erasion

Hannah no win and I said that I win and I gone

I been a sober no-one

I been a solo one

Fuck a DuPont

Fuck, all I want

Fuck on a one and a dunner renown

I'll be a drummer for summer or someone to say

I been coming alone, wanna sit on my face

Now we mobilising on a bitch

And moving forward picket signs

That Anti-fascist anarchist

Clickety clickety clack

Look at these Zebidee facts

Look at these hackers hacking hacks

Look at these tear gas ca-ca-cans we throwing back

Fat cat back

Fuck if we got a plan to attack

Brawl like Byakugan back

Stick it in their back

Stick it in their back

Stick it in their back

Stick it in their back

Looking for something to purchase

After hanging around with the worst kids

I got a taste for the taboo

I got a Death Grips tattoo

I've had a hunch for a week now

Having to choose who to leave out

I been waiting for a roundhouse

I been out of my mind now