Sebrox - P.B.K. lyrics

(Damn you, rabbit. You smell like f**ing piss! You can kiss my a**! I hate the goddamned rabbit. f**ing rabbit! I don't like rabbits coming to my f**ing house. I k**! He looks like a queer rabbit! All queer! That f*g! He can kiss my a**! Rabbits are queers! They always got to sh** on themselves! I hate f**ing rabbit.) [sample from Harmony Korine's 1997 film “Gummo] Since um, (yeah so um) we're all in highschool, (blah blah blah) we're all gonna gossip and talk about eachother (blah blah blah), I figured I'd pa** the note in cla** (yeah), 'cause I got something to say (bro, really, so, everything alright there) repping J23 (oh), Virus Crew word. So (here) check it Cute little collection of CD babies, these seats put together I don't believe in vampires I create them I'm blowing the calcium from the bones off these torso feathers So angels don't exist any lesser Symposium lectures where I don't throw out subliminals (nope) f** fake Juice Crew Creative, hated with every syllable They shouldn't even be considered a name in the matrix Drinking s**matozoon minerals tossed from the broke lover's laying condom, saggy dripping goo Thrown out car windows used These words of a felony criminal Poison testers, here's some black widow juice Take that wasted breath, nothing new (no) Look at me New York (look), I just herbed a crew (haha) Wannabe ?? with spray cans and an uptight jersey dude Repping BK I never heard of you (who) Yeah I'm scum of the Earth You got my impressions of cum on your shirt after the luminol Don't ask me if I'm down with groups at all (yeah) Let alone these young generation-Y, puke and gall You got my attention, barely, Boxguts' forced me to check it The side camera shot method's the best angle is my balls under phallus erected Apparel is the only way you boasting off methods Folklore, focus on presence, ?? When your swine herd's flesh is stretched and patched together like a cape draped from a lion crest I'mma chest around the back, upon entrance (holla), howl back I'm off probation 2010, I'll catch you tagging with friends Look what I did, one visit influenced a sorry life Doing shrooms and acid for trends Get your own formulas, don't ask to get in (bunnies, bunnies) Happy little bunnies rap Hopping little bunnies hop Scattered little bunnies dash Hanging little bunnies smashed Skinning little bunnies hung Gutting little bunnies guts [Repeat] I'll bash the clock's face I sleep on a razor, and crawl like fleas in a rut I write to stop pain I send intimate vibrations of the final cell to rock waves and liquid skies I kick it like I was the mathematical god brain I don't need hybrid pot strains to picture d**h My brush strip and exquisite genocide of quasi-artificial Indie spitters dead On the strawberry fields, snowing bu*terflies with wilted wings, which are pa**ed out of a wizard's head Flash card intervals of psychedelia Anti-religious ??, anti-Wiccan pledge Slaughter up innocent goth chicken nests Unspeakable Satanic insistent of haphazard and different views Of one who's judged and sick expressed I crash societal tea parties brewing in government kitchen hex Burn beards of moribund shrubs, intertwined with fines and twisted sects Construct descriptive s** of intimate art positions Suspended with cheap carcases breeding flies stript of flesh Including slide show clips of incest, blood brother and sister s** f**ing direct, I hate the planet Tongue whittle thread, like lines hit veins Intricate with hands of a watch maker with a syringe sticking pins in winding septs I swallow upper torsos so the side of her neck has rib indents I'm not stuck underground 'cause it's cool (no) I'm ducking from burough traps Neuros snapped, leaving your cute quaint little coloss of bland mural smashed f** fashionable metros**ual rural puppet show host bureaucrats Save that emo fad leather belt goth black gog for the eurotrash I found the cure in tabs I splash the biological blood, wash in urine bath Entrepreneurial track Wild shroom hunt, dig up your whole patch Gulf down plural caps My followers back my belief behind a balcony podium flowing with the furor's wrath Happy little bunnies rap Hopping little bunnies hop Scattered little bunnies dash Hanging little bunnies smashed Skinning little bunnies hung Gutting little bunnies guts [Repeat 3 more times] (Oh looking at the little f*g bunny, f**ing rabbit I'm sick and tired of him. This sh**ty-a** rabbit stinks! "I Know." He smells like an a**hole! "Hey motherf**er!" Smell like a pound of bullsh**! I've had enough of that queer a** rabbit.) [more from Gummo]