You Do Mutilate? Testo

Testo You Do Mutilate?

I need to mutilate
We're going to celebrate our emotional poverty
Give the answers all away

I painted my suitcase red for the reading
Which only ended in conversation rape
All they want, genetic telephonic pills
Until the Spanish kids got so ill
I was home-schooling with a knife in my shoe
Never seen corpses act so cruel
The self brutality was oh so angular
I made him a potion in a newspaper cup
Smiled, gave me a shrug, said I was a fuck-up
Now I see your face selling Chinese urine

She came over the fence
With an argument in her head, no empathy
Escape strategy
I understood her
We were trying to share a genuine human moment
Just like the way they do in movies

I've hit a wall with this suicidal depression
It's not the star I'm trying to call
I've been standing on the strand far too long y'all
Go ahead, go ahead!

What you want? somebody who will slap away your
Blindness?
What you want? somebody who would corrupt your heart
With too much kindness?
Salute to your Busta Rhymes-ness

Thank you!