Slippery when wet
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@ Brad Landis
2026-08-12 11:42:46
Paroles
Forty-two Klonopin, just, entered my body. I don't know, if, I'll come back, the life of the party.
I think, the apex, of, the evening, was, that fifth, of, Bacardi, has me sinking, through the floor, into a well of lethargy. This felon, trapped in hell, he isn't sellin' malarkey, he embellishes, and, relishes, the sound of a-larming,
So,
Damn the semantics, man, mans antics, demand answers.
Now,
Nibiru's here, dude, we're near through, and, here's the weird poo... we're the mirror, left here to seer, through.
Seared?
See here, lean near an ear too......I'm here too, lend an ear, you can sincere, adhere to....
When you hear too.
I'm endeared, in tear too.
In ten, tut, tier 2.
Ten hut?
Intend to.
Slipped in silent, like, cyanide, just Psy and I, sit inside, this islet, eye.
And, I'll insist, my pit of vile, get ten miles thick.
It's when the smile sticks, that vial, drips, it's bile bits.
His style?
Sickness, ragin' contagious, and it's evident, never gonna get another minute like the one I'm given, not.
Bet I didn't bow enough.
Sound not found, above this crowd of love, I'm outted from.
Just, how'd it come, to be, my crown, defeats, my very power?
Now, I'm free.
Will I cower?
On my feet, in honor, will I speak, in non-descript, misnomer, not tongue in cheek.
This one's for keeps.
It's done.
Lips, lung, and teeth, as one, lift up this humble speech.
From the second, that I opened up my eyes, all hopes been set to die, I get off and let it fly.
Debts never settled, gipetto, you better get ya head up outta my cloud, fore I lay my bane down, splayed out, sprayed like a rain.
Clouded brain, an insane child, in, the drain tile, slashing his veins, with serrated blades, rust stained, and his aim foul.
That's, how I came out the puss.
.so, it started,
"That a car full of car parts? Or, a farfelnoogin, barfed and farted?"
"That's retarded."
And, we parted.
Art, from ruin.
Artful doom, is, parting two hearts, to darkened rooms, the arsenal, when you arc ems, the ark, and, embarkment, when you parse them.
My parlance, is sharp and hardened.
When you, par le vous, into, a pas De deux.
New parvenu, like, "aw, hey, you."
And, all day, do.
I'm all gaye, you?
I play all ways, and always do, haul balls, to the wall, til my draws fall in the hall, uh, oh
Allah,
The pills just kicked in, coming to see ya, wouldn't wanna be ya, fever burning, like, a beaver, yearning to....... DAAAAMN,
I'm xanaxed out, I'm fucked up, rollin', 10 deep, screaming, inside my truck, but, it's me, I'm alone, seein' double, Plus, a couple, what the fuck's going on in my brain, memory muddled, up in a huddle, at the corner, of the room, homie, am I insane?
All the drugs in my system, I've o.d'd, yet, I'm breathin', someone get me a drink....my mouth's dry.
Maybe, I'm dyin', my eyes wet, like, I'm cryin', how the fuck am I walkin'?
I'm so fried.
The Acid is working, that couch talking, saying, "Sit, dude, Damn, you look like you're bout to die".
Shut the fuck up, the floor's moving, and, I'm stuck, every step that I take, I just sliiiide.
Now, the Coke's reacting, and, I'm shaking, fucking wired, tried to run, but, I'm jogging in place.
The weed we just smoked, made me choke, and, I'm slow, so, I'm thinking maybe that shit was laced.
A quarter of shrooms just hit the room with a boom someone asked me if I wanted an eighth, fuck it let me get them with a bottle of Jack I'll take them all with a shot to the face.
Got a gram of PCP, in my sock, that I've been saving for a really fuckin special occasion, fook yeah!, do a line and as I'm coming back up I'm so fucked, everyone looks like Asians.
Why the ceiling dripping? someone get an umbrella, I just showered, I ain't trying to get wet....and someone tell the dog that he's talking too much, he needs to shut it down and just take a nap....... hey little midget how you doing today what's that now I'm feeling all right piggyback ride sure hop on my back will run in circles so you better hold tight ooh a penny no it's not what the fuck it's a beetle with a coppery sheen, I was going to smash the bastard but he held out a pill that happened to be GHB now I'm sitting back in the corner facing the wall, talking to it, like, it's my best friend when this night will end or stop I don't know but for now I'm just letting it spin.
I think, the apex, of, the evening, was, that fifth, of, Bacardi, has me sinking, through the floor, into a well of lethargy. This felon, trapped in hell, he isn't sellin' malarkey, he embellishes, and, relishes, the sound of a-larming,
So,
Damn the semantics, man, mans antics, demand answers.
Now,
Nibiru's here, dude, we're near through, and, here's the weird poo... we're the mirror, left here to seer, through.
Seared?
See here, lean near an ear too......I'm here too, lend an ear, you can sincere, adhere to....
When you hear too.
I'm endeared, in tear too.
In ten, tut, tier 2.
Ten hut?
Intend to.
Slipped in silent, like, cyanide, just Psy and I, sit inside, this islet, eye.
And, I'll insist, my pit of vile, get ten miles thick.
It's when the smile sticks, that vial, drips, it's bile bits.
His style?
Sickness, ragin' contagious, and it's evident, never gonna get another minute like the one I'm given, not.
Bet I didn't bow enough.
Sound not found, above this crowd of love, I'm outted from.
Just, how'd it come, to be, my crown, defeats, my very power?
Now, I'm free.
Will I cower?
On my feet, in honor, will I speak, in non-descript, misnomer, not tongue in cheek.
This one's for keeps.
It's done.
Lips, lung, and teeth, as one, lift up this humble speech.
From the second, that I opened up my eyes, all hopes been set to die, I get off and let it fly.
Debts never settled, gipetto, you better get ya head up outta my cloud, fore I lay my bane down, splayed out, sprayed like a rain.
Clouded brain, an insane child, in, the drain tile, slashing his veins, with serrated blades, rust stained, and his aim foul.
That's, how I came out the puss.
.so, it started,
"That a car full of car parts? Or, a farfelnoogin, barfed and farted?"
"That's retarded."
And, we parted.
Art, from ruin.
Artful doom, is, parting two hearts, to darkened rooms, the arsenal, when you arc ems, the ark, and, embarkment, when you parse them.
My parlance, is sharp and hardened.
When you, par le vous, into, a pas De deux.
New parvenu, like, "aw, hey, you."
And, all day, do.
I'm all gaye, you?
I play all ways, and always do, haul balls, to the wall, til my draws fall in the hall, uh, oh
Allah,
The pills just kicked in, coming to see ya, wouldn't wanna be ya, fever burning, like, a beaver, yearning to....... DAAAAMN,
I'm xanaxed out, I'm fucked up, rollin', 10 deep, screaming, inside my truck, but, it's me, I'm alone, seein' double, Plus, a couple, what the fuck's going on in my brain, memory muddled, up in a huddle, at the corner, of the room, homie, am I insane?
All the drugs in my system, I've o.d'd, yet, I'm breathin', someone get me a drink....my mouth's dry.
Maybe, I'm dyin', my eyes wet, like, I'm cryin', how the fuck am I walkin'?
I'm so fried.
The Acid is working, that couch talking, saying, "Sit, dude, Damn, you look like you're bout to die".
Shut the fuck up, the floor's moving, and, I'm stuck, every step that I take, I just sliiiide.
Now, the Coke's reacting, and, I'm shaking, fucking wired, tried to run, but, I'm jogging in place.
The weed we just smoked, made me choke, and, I'm slow, so, I'm thinking maybe that shit was laced.
A quarter of shrooms just hit the room with a boom someone asked me if I wanted an eighth, fuck it let me get them with a bottle of Jack I'll take them all with a shot to the face.
Got a gram of PCP, in my sock, that I've been saving for a really fuckin special occasion, fook yeah!, do a line and as I'm coming back up I'm so fucked, everyone looks like Asians.
Why the ceiling dripping? someone get an umbrella, I just showered, I ain't trying to get wet....and someone tell the dog that he's talking too much, he needs to shut it down and just take a nap....... hey little midget how you doing today what's that now I'm feeling all right piggyback ride sure hop on my back will run in circles so you better hold tight ooh a penny no it's not what the fuck it's a beetle with a coppery sheen, I was going to smash the bastard but he held out a pill that happened to be GHB now I'm sitting back in the corner facing the wall, talking to it, like, it's my best friend when this night will end or stop I don't know but for now I'm just letting it spin.
Style de Musique
dark, catchy, sinister, gutteral growls