Autopsy

Lyrics

The people need this like they need that Tax on soda They need it like I need that fuckin Wax on slower They need it like I told my doc that that's glaucoma I won't tell you bout my tax code my back bones broker I past on thank god than shows over Pack grows colder so they act so sober Til they're in the Bathtub with dads old toaster Autopsy what you know aboutThat cold shoulder Missed messages mixed messages King emphasis tricked into thinking that it's effortless I wept blood it dripped and was swept up Into the next room under the next rug Serial kill em with kindness that's my normal way Serial kill em with kindness just like I'm Norman bates That's what my doctor who was working on the corner say So I stay deadly whenever I put my sword away I graduated to the underclass People put your hands up tell me where the suckers at My managers groping my collar like thah what fuck was that All that competition bragging or complaining And I got exiled because I was explaining It sounds in sane no not the same as y'all So you can talk but just don't get my name involved You got your hair cut will they accept you now First levels settled but what's popping in the second round What have you done for me lately I'm second guessing now Riding on that one trick pony's no way to get around I had the Darwin fish I'm an evolver I said I ain't going out back for that revolver I said I won't go to that farm there ain't no way I'm a ok (no matter what) the paint won't fade Blisters earned bridges burned live and learn cliches They told me wait til it's your turn I kinda listened and kinda didn't I'm kinda different I don't like the friction my mind is spinning a mile a minute Hold up I seen you pray for peace but I pray for calm There isn't any sense in waiting on the rain to fall Worrying bout getting olders been aging y'all Y'all can bicker all you like but just don't get my name involved