Grave Fuzz from Pantywaist by odter

I am a vengeful god of sloth, bones, and bating and I will swallow the sun to chill the young for later. He reps a Jesus piece and ten knuckles of sheets because he's a marvel to speech by the way he's licking a beat. Meanwhile, I’m just a stick bug with peanut-butter-jellies on my mandibles, with a lunch bag filled with ants on a log, toot-toots, and a lunchable. I'm a full-of-wishbones light-sabre swinging animal, a slice-to-the-gut-until-your-blood-stops cannibal gnashing my teeth with a corned beef tongue crazy. My blood shoot eyes fade hazy and lazy. My groceries are liquorice, water, and weed mostly. All praise be to he who could achieve this coasting.

I am a tweeter deleter among amenity appeasers with a quarter-bag and paraphernalia in my sneakers. Alright, it's a nickel d'd up because I’m a teacup from the feet up. I'm an inanimate animal cuddling man-child fuck up, a self-emulating simian singleton with a lion's grip on a kettle of vultures. I'm repping a level of culture and meddling ever at the palpable profit because it's harder to spend it once your heart has stopped, Richie Rich. They're resenting your presence so they're all presenting rabid in response to all of your pop-culture references. Mans laughter or manslaughter? God's son or Man's daughter? Welcome to the silliness syllabus of the Otter.

• Alternative
• Hip Hop
• Hip-Hop/Rap
• alternative hip-hop
• cool
• experimental hip-hop
• indie
• Calgary