defectivejunk: Slice Star

can't chance
a dance without pants

I love cheesy pizza, mother
do you love her genitals like her brother

slice up a star, slice up your eyeballs
looking at her fluidity, you can't have anything to drink

these wrists were made for cuttin
that’s just what they do

so don’t give her no lip, don’t shoot from the hip
yours is a one-way relationship

a side order of death from hollywood
fried rice cakes, I made love to a snake

if you believe in something, congratulations
if you're greeting me, salutations
live and make a light, go look for a fight

express kilometers in inches, pinch your enemy
listen to distance with headphones, no one is your enemy
your god is a giant beautiful
I got gone with a magazine, with a vengeance

ate a steak with a vegangeance

I am the slice star, I am king of the bleeding
my autobiography is now up on your bookshelf
I excel in conceding while my hairline’s receding
and I’m famous just for cutting myself

i might visit the princess and cause her
she wants me to spit on her items because her
daddy stopped doing it because of her flaws her
daughter is soon to become like what was her

get a girlfriend to kill you
in a drunken fast car wreck
and be famous like me or
buy a portion with your paycheck

writhing around on your nipples
silent, sparkling and beautiful
sleeping in shrubs, knocking on needles
the marshes shone brightly the reflection of her climax

I can’t have what she’s having

you’ll never be anybody here if you’re no more than a hack
this swamp’s a dirty place to earn a living on your back

the ooze's resignation, the boozer's recognition
you soon become what you always portray
and submission ambition only earns
your agent commission
once I tried to lick this all away

it was all in my head




the simulacrumbles into simulacrumbs

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