Martyr Starter Pack (McRich Remix)

Pick myself up off the bricks and kick the candle over The quick, slick wick tricks burn the channel roamer Hot blooded, cut it and leave it flooded The scrambled shambles are art from an angle and Trade in my heart for a martyr starter pack Afraid of the phrase and I don't wanna part with that Cool my sweat by the fan I'm Nosferatu with a tan Unclean freakshow, a dead end in the clan Disconnected and sickening I watch the plot thicken, the slave who invented the colonel's chicken And in my ignorance I sold it for a pittance With no witnesses and nothing written Sit and fidget like Mr. Mcrich's digits Twitch and abridge the religion for six minutes These verbal hieroglyphics Are thermal pyro gimmicks Internal rhymes for cynics Eternal crimes for mimics Those limited flows Primitive prose So You're the garden hose I'll keep it a secret bro, it's ok nobody knows Just shut your mouth and close your nose That's why your silence is platinum Clap your trap and capture this capsicum I'll make them throw up if I interact with them Coz I'm like ipecac to the maximum Pattonted Don't deviate, that's the maxim But I'm an actual slacker who lacks in action Running in place like my shoes have no traction With luck I'll stroll backwards, like Mike Jackson