Steph Taylor aka Narcissus Narcosis - Mannequin Misery lyrics

Super sonic demonic tonic sipping chronic hitting puppet Spitting vomit. Bomb it. Chopping victims up like f** it What if this drug sh** gets done quick I've spun sh** like suns & situations with guns b**h Substance is sustenance in a sense chemicals are why sensory organs exists History gets blitzed. Ripped & dipped in blood Mannequins panicking Handling slashing them because they s** Misery is served with hell's delivery in sight Ignite my rush I'm not a human. I'm the suicide king This hip hop witch is rich as a b**h who strips & flaunts her tits Lives in the woods dug a ditch to fill with kids carved with a triple six What's this. Justice. Just this is enough to bust this c*nt b**h Punk whipped commercial rap establishment Done quick. Ill stab the sh** Grab & glad bag wrap the b**h Mannequins panicking Handling slashing them because they s** Misery is served with hell's delivery in sight Ignite my rush I'm not a human. I'm the suicide king Young moneys done sonny Run to the slums amongst bums Call yourselves drug money You're run by a bird brain who stays cum dummy Wayne kissing Thugs? Funny A joke They're bu*t buddies who poke! Mannequins panicking Handling slashing them because they s** Misery is served with hell's delivery in sight Ignite my rush I'm not a human. I'm the suicide king Consume your souls if a challenge you bring The moon is my eye to my ear the dead sing