Vision Of Art

You've got a very soft vision of art

You've got a deficit disorder of heart

Thes are the wings of an endangered drum pattern

This is the flight of the hapless, you've got it all backwards

When KRUSH drops a f**kin city buster, I call it the crowd rapist

Ace of base shitty compounded to drown faceless

Out of the ground basics found in lost spaces

Ashamed of its own bassline traces (that's pure hatred)

Perhaps the internet feeds your village fright (right)

I got the double ox wingspan dragon archetype tonight

The part that reflects light, my razorblade kite

F**k it..the rugged word, my immortal beloved

Got you suckin off muppets for bisquick and contracts and shit

Printed on the back of triscuits and served rectally

(jesus this shit is giving me a headache, man)

What a difference indifference can make

My bad chemistry chalkes lines like little deranged johnny the terrain bum

Borderline f**k ya soundbombing

I'm heated like broke days with nothing but noodle ramon and water

Water tainted, complaint filed time to transfer

Take me out? transfer denied, answer supplied as:

Stab em through the nipples with their own bitchy as rimshots

I'm audio two basic combust with strange lust

With modus opperandum in box than funcrush you box with soft touch

So much slower than the whole scenery seems

Moving through the plastiasine brackets backwards

Afterburn full thrust monks react trackless

Come to confront funk slugs with salt tactics

Turn the farrah faucet on and burn em in their matress

Murdered by a strange man in the basement of their building

Time to build time to be brazen with can rasing

The same faded disdain with a grain of insane patience

Patent that, fire in the sky, cataract eyes

This is nervous unnerving wordshit reported

Fortnights of journey through

Warning you secret pathfinder's the cast of bad sitcom

The laugh track's added to the last cat shit on

The audience claps like dillenger gun masonic rounds

Falling down, trample the trespass sound

Ample disress, amp'll get loud as terrets

From banchee with a megaphone, me-me-me-megaphone

Hold the frequency, hold it unevenly, unsheath the jihad blade

And become animalistic authority walks the plan, thats implicit

The shambles of the gifted, dismantled and imprisoned

This is just a cf thought car derailed and resold as old feelings

to those with false motion

All potions, pour to parched hearts open

Casted out, sold out in the open

DJ f**kin Len'll leave the boom box dead

DJ F**kin KRUSH'll make your children throw furniture

Learning disabilities spring from the scene

Like a recessive biter gene, ignited like a flare for all teams

Tall beams broken, bring down the foundation

Found in a pool of cess where the worms unnerve stations

FM is just femenin breaks on rotation

Company Floww hold the mic naked

Famous (aside from murder touch) get with the once known divine style

I enter like Asian, demented and god-like

Odd mic clutched and chucked at glass structure

Eat at that, bodies of martars and pump action

Technospawn the last long-cock rhymer

Get with it, spaceghost the force soul weapon

Get with it, get got or got missing.

You've got a very soft vision of art

You've got a deficit disorder of heart

Thes are the wings of an endangered drum pattern

This is the flight of the hapless, you've got it all backwards