Long legs like a spider’s got
Bald Head like a spider might
Funk fingers on
Funk black as night
I was tractor beamed again
I felt boiling bloodlets rise
Weird’s residue
Still Left Behind
How would you say that you’re liking me now
Growing green violent and gushing sound
If I could monk it up
Utilize all my might as a music maker
Drop the I’ll show them shit
And just murder it
How would you say that you’re liking me now
Hyper and bouncing and dripping with sweat
Boiling it over with stereo rage
How would you say that you’re liking me now
It’s true I’ve been scared to sketch out my heart on a page
It’s true I’ve placed so much weight on the flacid and fake
If surging potential is all I can claim
If nothing’s remembered but the purest of states
Let me be honest aggressive unbound
How would you say that you’re liking me now
