eat up vultures

Open up my brain and bury the hatchet.

take out creativity and wrap the rest in plastic.

50 caliber bullets in whatevers left over

hack off my arms then lets play red rover

mutilate my corpse but only in the dark

and leave my legs and torso rotting in central park

all I ask is that you keep my middle fingers pointed

so that they are standing religiously anointed



My suicidal device is stilll smoken

because beautiful homes can be broken

scribble triple 6 on my hardwood floor,

nail shut my bedroom door



I cry blood so don't bother

jealous of your mother and father

I guess my void is something I should address

hard to see the truth when your so depressed

but i'll write in blood and earn your admiration

play black flag and start my own nation

Jesus didn't listen so Tyler you are my creator

They tell me i'm heartless no use for the defibrillator

Heres a gift take my hands and use them as spiders

my lifes a nightmare so their constant reminder

So chop me up then let me be

your own personal brand of bird seed



eat up vultures