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letra de stairwell anthem - prod. tedrbeast

f-ck, why’d you have to call me a creep
i’ve been off my meds for, only half a week
you’d save her you’d be setting her free
she’ll be okay she’s just, going to sleep
i could give her a 1-2 three or four times
or a .556 seven consecutive times… or
serve her on a plate to some hungry canines
no
were ten stories of stairs high, i can just push you from behind

to bonnie i offer no apology
i’ve been sick in the head since the 70s
heavenly father forgive me for whatever these
good doing citizens be begging thee
f-ck that i did this intentionally
i’m a second generation veteran
knocked up on atrazine, experimental medicine
mock my intelligence, the voices say let us in
i listened once, now ur blood floods som sediment
loud thud, third step disconjoined your jaw
turned 6 inches of concrete to a bone cutting saw
got a nice view, looking down, from the top floor
2 sets of stairs, and a mutilated broad
first mistake: never date a schizofrenic soldier
you’re not a lover just a, sympathetic poser
secondly: never give me the cold shoulder
i pushed back your front t–th and turned them into molars
i’ll rewind time by a couple of seconds
rewatch the good deed, the moment momentous
no b-tch left to correct us, her mouth like a tetris
and her jawbone pushed into a necklace
her helpess pool of blood with t–th smudged cement and
cracked into her tongue like a fun dissection
i stand corrected, mistaken organ
the esophagus, quite unexpected

holy sh-t! what happened, bonnie?
like 10 seconds ago we were drinking coffeee in the first floor lobby
(god d-mnit! god d-mnit! god d-mnit!)
babe! just know i’m sorry
i thought he was gone, i prayed to god
a childhood of exorcisms, gospel songs
my dad said so long, and returned from vietnam
with enough pesticides to k!ll my mom
it desecated his genome, and he passed it on
so i served his memory on frontlines iran
just for every doctor, friend
to look through a different lens
and ask me whats wrong?! b-tch this song
was it the war or something other?
maybe it was the decapitation of my mother
and a childhood with my face smushed to the gutter
who i’ve only ever opened up to internalised brother-
my dpd harder any white b-tch on uppers
i enjoyed xanax and valium for supper
and he enjoyed the peace of haze, while i’ve spent my days
with oceans of emotions suffocating under
it shouldn’t be a secret i’ve taken a couple of lives
i’ve broken out before is expression a crime?
they failed to acknowledge service, they could barely look in my eyes
2 pops later and i take away their life

why’d you make me do it, could’ve stopped at the door
well i didn’t push her, what you mad at me for?
twisted s-d-stic cancerous wh0re
well i am the agent they call orange
wh0re i’ll watch you bleed from yo eyes
and i’ll watch you bleed ’til you die-
a rap about a b-tch and her lifeless body
got us moving life through our lively bodies

- prod tedrbeast

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