[Intro]A: Listen man, not to be rude or anything but uh...What are you? I mean your costumeB: I'm a body bag. I thought the invitation said come as you are[Verse 1]My style is gory like an Edgar Allan storyMonkey's paw, allegory, fucking raw, categoryEdward Gorey, sorted sorta morbid, chloroform for 'emFuck their foreign forums, I'll deform 'em with some four-inch forcepsThere's no distortions, take misfortunes and record 'emA borderline personality, plus poor decorumPour the poor me, more aurora borealisI'm forming calluses from holding grudges more than normalGot a smorgasbord, supportive followers and won't ignore 'emPortland, Oregon, all the way to Portland, Maine, for the boredomI'm going Foreman forming coarsest chorusesAgoraphobic portions, lived behind my ribs, absorbed and dormantFortified a fortress I have lived in since the storm arrivedLeft 'em mortified from horror I've reported, boarded upThe windows and their doors are shut to keep out the vandalsA four-cornered room and I'm staring at candles[Hook]A reflection I don't recognize, set with deader eyesLooking petrified, breath is like a pesticideSkeleton and extra-sized flesh of mine to gelatinResembling the dead alive, I identify with my enemiesI don't like me either, I can empathizeNever mind the effort I have severed to my lesser sideWeathered all the weather, let the temper rise[Verse 2]Even in the misery, I don't want the companyI'm cuddling with ghosts that I know will accompanyMe to the grave, I made with a spadeTake me away, shutter-speed suddenlyUtterly infatuated with the patterns splattered on my atomsPast or present lacks a presence when you just don't give a, fuck youMartyr or a carnivore, art of war, Sun-Tzu, Sun-TzuSomeone come undo these hum-drum views I sing and hum drums toMy tongue gon' spew some blood unto these dumbfucks who gon' run amokSo run those jewels, I'm numb and dumb to the gumshoe ones whoWonder what I been up to, what's the matter, is that body bag too baggy, boy?[Bridge]So minimalissimoAt least three Gs of the Indica leaf to blowIn the pit of my seedy skullUntreatable when the sinister creature roamsTo each his own, since when do you eat your own?They called me precious, and said I'm a piece of goldI said they're fools, they don't listen to reason thoughThis blue sunshine hidden between my bones[Hook]
