Marching Powder (feat. Jak Progresso)

I just chased down an asthmatic With a hatchet, then went and taught lamaze classes Atypical sociopathic Burning a psych transcript Bloodletting couldn't cure my madness Half-wit Spirit half-lit, next to my body in an open casket Crying myself to ashes My passion, that of a scorned lover stabbing 800-year-old vampire saddened, watching friends and family passing This sound like 96, upstate grimy kid Surrounded by seven dead Chinese chicks In this game, dragging luggage like I got stuck with a paralyzed Siamese twin I shoot backwards, fire hollows from unloaded clips Run from cops for years Dig the body up, expose its ribs Insanity close to it, I lost my mind, my meds failed Ten pails of weed Laced with fluoride dust and chemtrails I've been failed Peaceful memories have seemed to vanish Got beamed to planets Far away, freezing in the demon's attic Extremely damaged, I tried to make the pieces fit Tried to make my ex my wife, but I guess I'm a piece of shit At least, that's what she would say, I learned to fucking eat the blame My life did a 180; there's different degrees of pain Outside in the freezing rain On the road about to slip Hand me downs, shoes and clothes Poor kid, I doubt they fit People judge emotions and they even talk about your wrists I climbed the top of mountain, tripped Fell into the catacombs Permanently stoned; they found me stiff