Angelspit

I snort bricks, through a gold straw
Been outta work since 84
(My) diamond machete, turns wrong to right
Can’t see the bacon, for the pigs in flight
Fat roll of hundred dollar fuses
Stuff ‘em in the mouth of a fine Jamaican
You’ve been bottle fed, dropped on your head
Don’t care if you bleed in bed
Skinny dip in a sea of razor blades
I am your tongue, this is what you say
New York City Glitch Bomb - Obliteration!
Peak hour compression - Obliteration!
Now you’re busily rotting away