Paychecks from 2600 by psychic slime
Tracklist
| 2. | Paychecks | 1:32 |
Lyrics
never fit in with a clique
till i made my own, bitch
after sickmode exists
now its the sat dish
im the captain
actin tougher than tanactin
maxin on a half zip of cat piss
in the mouth of fucking madness
my shits high tech like hover board
the white noise that cant be ignored
you bought your beats at the store
and their softer than the carpet floor
my drums built to pulverize
lyrics that are cold as ice
old man with the reddest eyes
architect of the satellite
how you're poppin is a mystery
all these blogs are the industry
dont give a fuck if they are into me
destruction is my symphony
give a fuck about your clique
i make my own, bitch
and yours wont be missed
yeah its the sat dish
bio terror in my coffee
toxic fumes just coming off me
mad bomber they never caught me
you are just a carbon copy of
the post modern transgressive
broke out of my depression
teaching you fucks a lesson
so high i look down on heaven
im indy and self produced
you got like 10 dudes helpin you
i like your lil costume
complete with fucking face tattoos
im the virus in your tape deck
violence like some train wrecks
dont want your fucking pay checks
go fuck yourself. safe sex
Credits
written / produced by psychic slime
