Alaska's Dead - Putting Myself On The Map

Cut all this shit out, spewing words out my mouth
Take a deep breathe, feeling like Imma speak out, who gives a what?
Shut the fuck up, Imma gonna say what I want, what the fuck is on my mind
Grab your spine, grind the foward motion I'm silent killer kind
Bitch I'm on the rilla gonna drill ya, In your locals metal heads trout
Think medusa gon' kiss that taint ass mouth?

I'm so tired of all the judgement
On these people that are presumptuously fucked by everything obvious
That you should understand too
But you're too stupid to get it through your head
I might as well just talk to the dead
Atleast they are not up in their beds, sleeping on all of this shit that I've said and spread

So say your free will is hidden in truth
I'm coming in for the kill like I'm John Wilkes Booth
You're a fool, you're a tool
Society, that's all fucked by the system

Barbecued babies that were through out to the zoo
I'm gonna use what I do to make the offensive fluid that I'm wanting to fuse
And fucking reuse as flammable fuel

Feel like a alter boy, fucked by pastor holding down
Fast forward, taking names, rap whore, making beats fast for being new master
Fuck man, that's harsh, suck it up, last words?
News flash, banters, black cats, ranters, broadcast, podcast, overcast, slanders
Like Andy Sandberg or Bernie Sanders both not giving a fuck.

Extracted Erradicated actions, Reactions
It's in the passing I'm dehydrated, acid
I'm fasting, fastening inner soul
Trying to keep composure from this over exposure. Of war

Dude I'm feeling so passionate
I'm fucking ready to assassinate every other rapper
I'm lashing it. Fucking mumbling on that trash they make and

Fuck all your ordinance, they're not important man
Look at me, honest man
I promise I defend
In the name, human
You all so useless
Fuck that you do this
Wishing for unit

I'm just here to fucking send it on home
As we're here in this hollow bio dome
I'm so ethereal, you're just a bipedal
Take your surrealism into consideration

There is nothing you can do, I'm coming for ya necks
I'm so tired of all shit you flex, I'm gonna ask what the fuck is next?
Imma wreck you all shoo, I'm tired of all of you
You can try to guess what I'm gonna do, but I'm already ahead of you

Feel like a alter boy, fucked by pastor holding down
Fast forward, taking names, rap whore, making beats fast for being new master
Fuck man, that's harsh, suck it up, last words?
News flash, banters, black cats, ranters, broadcast, podcast, overcast, slanders
Like Andy Sandberg or Bernie Sanders both not giving a fuck

Written by:
Logan Dyer

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