Pixar Mom

(Yah) (Taaapppeeewooorrrmmm) What's it mean To my enemy-my, to my enemy if I swing at them, raw? (Egghh) A couple things: We all play the same game, we all play the same, all cut from the same cloth (Ehh) So refrain F*ck hostility-ty of a voguish breed, resolutely cop sums, yeah Chicanerie! Hit 'em from the back, back, hit 'em from the back like a Pixar mom, yeah Ngaahh, ngaahh, ngaahh, ngaahh... Resurrection is bleak, and yet that is the cost Pitiful promises, can't stop thinking these thoughts I count faux pas like sheep, shawty left, life's a wrap I got plenty of steeds, they don't know who I am Many fakes On my ding-a-ling-ling, on my ding-a-ling, I'm a ticking time bomb, yeah They'd celebrate My ephemeral flame with DeviantArtistry, "Keep 'em comin', f*ck a root cause" Weaponize Emotional conveniency, "sacrificial" silver lining? Yeah, bet my daddy sees some good in it all Pussy boy You'd never say it to his face, if nothing negative to say, then, pussy boy, don't say anything at all What's it mean To my enemy-my, to my enemy if I swing at them, raw? (Egghh) A couple things: We all play the same game, we all play the same, all cut from the same cloth (Ehh) So refrain F*ck hostility-ty of a voguish breed, resolutely cop sums, yeah Chicanerie! Hit 'em from the back, back, hit 'em from the back like a Pixar mom, yeah Ngaahh, ngaahh, ngaahh, ngaahh... Resurrection is bleak, and yet that is the cost That some vatic ass bitch pays for his ignorance Heaven's got a brown tint, Hell's a little too cold Starin' at my shit stain, fissure in my asshole Grave mistake I'll admit it, kk? I'll admit it, k? Ain't so teleological What's at stake Is a layman's best guess, may-be-sociopaths' maths, people playin' God in pre-calc Some will say Proverbial red buttons are not to be comprehended by Disciples with shaky constitutions "Defeatist!" Is what the weakest chain link says, got no conscience and no ideas; he's an ant Knows only gamer chair blues When I come back up, more significant than Tut Phoenix from the ash, death--it do not mean too much And lest that I concede other freaks a silver cup Keep it all inside, clenching fist repressing blood I'm like Christian in Machinist, sleepy, obsessive, good god! It's like the fifth time today! I don't got any cum left! Until I can explain it, visions of fate and what was That's the way it is, innit? Bit schtewpid, aye, cheeky cunt? What's it mean To my enemy-my, to my enemy (yah) if I swing at them, raw? (Egghh) A couple things: We all play the same game, we all play the same (oh), all cut from the same cloth (Ehh) So refrain F*ck hostility-ty of a voguish breed (ah), resolutely cop sums, yeah Chicanerie! Hit 'em from the back, back, hit 'em from the back (ohhh) like a Pixar mom, yeah (The crime you two planned was indeed perfect) (Only the victim is alive and the murderess is not) (It's a pity you didn't know when you started your game of murder) (That I was playing, too)