Rats from Unkooth by Fishmonger

You’re a prodigy, you’re a perfect being, you’re the end of human life and the beginning
You’re a fake, a disgrace, a miserable piece of human garbage, a fucking snake
You’re a blank slate, tabula rasa’s mistake
Thirsty for shit, begging for it, rats, maggots, poisoned and sick
They’re flushing gold chains, blood diamonds, and rings,
Busted pipes filling up the basement
The poor can’t swim and that’s the way we designed it for them
A snake, Satan, lives under your bed, inside my head, begging for death
Do you think there’s a way to handle this
Gun apologist blames his therapist
He’s drug inducing his children’s kids
Growing up to be a fucking anarchist
No one likes when the governor’s around
His aura smiles and it never frowns
It’s the deadly trick of the government
Soon he’ll become the fucking president
I wanna go back, the snake egg never hatched

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