True Story - El-P

They wanna kill you, you’re the cancer, you’re the fucking problem

You’re the pollution, you’re the issue, and they wanna solve it

They wanna cure you, you’re the cancer, how’s that make you feel?

I should have stayed asleep, waking up can get you killed

Hope in the throws, cope or choke on a hose

Pokers roast in the coals, misanthropic and cold

(IN THE WORLD)

In a bug’s life scurry under scope with the mold

Hold position or fold, no intermission it rolls

(IN THE WORLD)

On and on and on and off we just unos and o’s froze

Petrified living hidden sowed in the code

(IN THE WORLD)

The longest walk off the plank that’s ever ranked in your soul

This is not what you chose, case open and closed

(IN THE WORLD)

Stuck on megalith blocks, feathered tarred and detoxed

From the sox to the cockler tied up tethered and boxed

Just a Helena with legs, framing the painting of dregs

Fuck your complaining I’m fresh

I’m tainted pain in the flesh

I’ll see you

Spit with an illy alien flex, 3 titty’d martian attacks

That ugly grey riding a huffy over city with friends

(IN THE WORLD)

Live wrong and prosper’s the mantra they try to drill in the head

4 out of 5 babies in graves agree the scene is of dread

(IN THE WORLD)

Seemingly seams that were woven have ripped, threaded but slipped

Like Charlie O kilo echo sniffing dripping out red

(IN THE WORLD)

Shoot for the stars hit the roof, jump for the shark get a tooth

Reach for the flowers get thorny, warning their powers in bloom

(IN THE WORLD)

Pardon the fuzz I’m distorted, contorted, pardon the hiss

Don’t let them Henson me, enter me and control how I twitch

They say the holiest shit until flames around them get lit

Then costanza the crowd of children.

kick a baby to live

I’ll see you