Autopsy

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