Take a Bath

Lyrics

[Intro: Vents] Ayy, Trials, you see the newspaper? Hear the radio? Miriam got a dick That shit is disgusting, makes me fucking sick to my stomach, man I'm sick of this shit, it's dirty I need to take a fucking bath, man, what the fuck? [Verse 1: Vents] Check it out, I keep shit on the sneak The rap freak, keep my hat on the tweak On some down low shit, patrollin' the backstreet Pounds of plastic, plenty of Teflon My brain's a weapon when I get ready to drop bombs On a massacre mission, backpacks of ammunition Startin' to panic on the waves of your panovision Mathematician, I got plans of retribution A recipe for terror for startin' the revolution Gotta save the world from the AFL In a locker room, talkin' 'bout raping my girl Put the whole shit to rest with the Vents on my chest In a dynamite vest, stabbin' Miriam to death With the AIDS carriers, fuck the gay marriages Peace to refugees that break down barriers Of barbed wire, hey Trials, pass the pliers I'm breakin' 'em all out to fuckin' start a riot [Verse 2: Trials] Ayy Only when I'm drunk will I wanna stick a slut Liftin' up my liquor gut while I'm tryna pick her up ({?}) Rampin' in the club, passin' out prescription drugs In a form of staunch, suicide bombers givin' hugs Sick as fuck, writing strategies on whiteboards Plannin' my escape out the window of the psych ward I'm quite bored with the drama and theatrics We make you understand by using stand-over tactics He's got some creep's bitter, don't hate the kings, man I Make a blood bath like virgins when you broke 'em in Doctor Satan's here, nurse bring the patients in (come here) The wack faggots need taxidermy to save their skin Take a sip from the Funkoar, one drink And chicks think about my dick until they hold the door I can't be seen with you if my mates been with you So I greet sluts with smiles and [?] issues [Scratches: DJ Reflux] "Fuck pissin' in your pocket" "Fuck pissin' in your pocket, I'ma piss in your mouth" "I'ma break it down—down—down" "I'ma break it down for fools that ain't figured it out" [Verse 3: Vents] Ready to rock with machetes to chop At the bottom of parliament, "Ayy, gimme the boss" I'm very heated, see me in a bally, better feed it Makin' a paraplegic out of snakes then repeat it The predator, Fedora hat tip [?] the massacre [?] quicker than white thumbs in Africa I take the rage and read the red The pyrotechnic expert dirty your best shirt Your neck jerk from the kick back, my temperament Terrorist, timing a TNT six-pack Epidemic, the panic, the population erratic When the television nothin' but static Hijacking the station with the help of [?] 'Cause you can't get a date without the help of a fag, you get it? The makeover, the game's over Feel the wrath of the pen from the maniac chain smoker [Verse 4: Trials] See me in hell with gasoline and several flamethrowers Takin' over Lucifer with Maya Jupiter, my bride I [?] till she's eagerly my wife Hit the lights on work, I'm makin' rap's first antichrist (Call me) My vice grip on the cities the same as titties I won't let go, so save your breath and change your dress We break the stress, wreck the best, you ain't matchin' us I don't check your tracks, "I ain't into all that faggot stuff" Vents One, Mr Trials, hungry savages Throwin' amateurs like drunks fuckin' up their balances My challenge is to find the talentless and rip 'em That's as hard as women pickin' up on conjugal visits in prisons I rip rhythms, skippin' dinner a while Workin' a mic, less we run through girls like finishing lines At my pinnacle, I'm similar to biblical time Destroyin' those who think they're great and God's gift to the [?] [Scratches: DJ Reflux] "Fuck pissin' in your pocket" "Fuck pissin' in your pocket, I'ma piss in your mouth" "I'ma break it down—down—down" "I'ma break it down for fools that ain't figured it out"