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letra de confession tape #1 - fuketsu

blood, sweat, tears, guts
flesh, knifes, guns, cuts
smear, twist, rip, run
lies, anger, no more trust
murder, sin, die, f-ck
hurt, shoot, claw, corrupt
eat, chew, bite, consume
swallow t–th, flesh and fumes
hollow out faces and stomaches 2

multiple personalities in my head make it seriously hard for me to think logically and see things clearly, wandering all night drunk and high while im delirious and fkn furious
break your t–th out yo jaw so you cannot eat again only drink food through a f-cking straw, let’s see you try and laugh that sh-t off
thinking what im saying is a joke, but i really ain’t no comedian, the only time you’ll see me laugh is when i’m ripping the skin off your forehead, tear the door off the hinges and then i’m coming inside, leave you and yo wh0re dead when i step through your scene and then leave in the blink of an еye
i really don’t give a f-ck, and if i еver did maybe i wouldn’t be so unloved but i couldn’t ever change the way that i am because i’m not human, just a robot programmed to hurt and k!ll and burn, im way too afraid and emotionally scarred to open up to anyone because the last time i did my entire heart was torn the f-ck apart right from the start,/

and i could never let go cuz im a f-cking r-t-rd, my brain won’t work if my d-ck ain’t jerked

my pain won’t go away unless i smoke
a pound to the face in a single day
you can’t speak on my name or hate when you can’t even handle the f-cking sh-t i think, let alone what the f-ck i deal with on the daily basis, face it b-tch, you ain’t sh-t put next to this, next to me is the only time you’ll see a star, unless you take a rocket straight to sp-ce you can just pocket that bullsh-t you talk cuz you ain’t able to spit words in a such a deranged way that’ll rearrange what the kids think and say in their school playground in the next few days
but eitherway i need to hit this sh-t so give me a second, man because my head is twitching and i’m seeing red more and more the more this minute goes on without me hitting that bong, i got 6 different strains and 5 hunnid gl!cks i could blast out yo brains wit if you p-ssies want to step to us, we gonna get the ak an bust like your heads gonna do too
[too]
i dont trust anyone an i dont trust anybody
i dont give a f-ck about anything
and i dont wanna ever try to again
permanent scars to my brain and i lost all of my innocence from my unresolved pain
yeah i tend to lash out in rage/
blend someones back with a blade, or f-ck it maybe get a little crazy and filet my own face like theres bugs crawling in my skin

seventeen bloodstains acquired in the worst way, never bring a gun to my crib unless you don’t wanna leave without that sh-t, b-tch im real grimey, ill finesse u real quick then help you look for it and laugh at your stupid ass walk the f-ck away with nothing to your name, sh-t, i dont even have half the brain to f-cking try and remain sane i’d rather just be deranged like a caged animal-let loose- im coming to f-cking cause chaos to anyone that i choose
shoutout saudi arabi, (allah hu akbar)
i dont f-ck with women
i just stone them and bury them
got caught on a recording
and taken to court for chronic m-st-rbation to the smell of faceless and rotting bodies in my bas-m-nt
and all my lawyer could say was:
“well clearly he’s mentally insane, your honor!”
pop up out of the cut
b-tch and i’m swinging with my knife, yeah, f-ck you up in the middle of the night, b-tch yeah
it ain’t no suprise

hop up in that whip, all my demons who i ride with, outside yo family house and the next thing they know you’re found on the darkweb, roll your ashes in my blunt and laugh as i f-cking spark it, skin your f-cking shin down to your ankle and let the flesh dangle till it rips off, i swear to f-cking god ion even care if i get investigated and caught

blackened soul and heart
that never stopped once being
wrapped up in all that is wrong
i never thought it would take me so long
to understand that i’m actually the real villian, but now i get it
im the one thats f-cked in the head

i got an addiction to the smell of death
catch me in the forest recording myself torture my victims, i need my fix, violence is my favorite prescription, but still no matter what i felt in the moment
my mental health has long been past the point of possibly getting help
i am complete scum, its like gore to me is what p-rn is to someone normal, i don’t give a f-ck about anyone’s opinion, i only live for all that is morbid, what i do that sh-t is forbidden, when i die it’d be a joke to expect for me to go to heaven, f-ck god honestly i dont even want in, i’d rather rot in h-ll and that decisions permanent, make an incision on your stomach then ill stick and plung my d-ck into it and f-ck it, i dont give a f-ck ill my bust nut literally in yo guts
and laugh as my foreskin gets blood stuck under the lip
im just kidding, c’mon guys, its not like i would seriously f-ck a dead body….
i’d only do it jokingly

- fuketsu

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