This is a remix of the song "Pulpit Aesthetics" by Marsh Land Monster
lyrics
I ain't dead only wish I were.
I got a fried, faint head with deficient nerves.
Vision blurred from incisions, sir.
Made a Mossberg meal, now the dish is served.
One to the temple as the gun catatones
I'm done with my mental pumpin' blood; glad, at home.
But one burnin' temple left to two catatoned
'cause runnin' from my mental left you sad alone.
I'm a phenom blarrin' in the Behringer.
Got this peon starin' like I'm scarin' her.
I bare the curse of the rare and versed.
Leave eons barren when I tear a verse.
In the gut goes Cutco; cannibalize.
Feel the sod as it seeds, resting radical eyes.
I'm a nutso, fuckso, man you despise.
Call me God and the G best be capitalized.
Cover me in cortisone and covet me like swords in stones.
Smother me with corded phones, I love it like these sordid poems.
Shoutin' on beats, still a sub to the spin.
And I doubt and deceit, will the flooding of sin.
Crowin' complete, spillin' blood with a grin.
See me drownin' in DEET kill the bugs in my skin.
Kai Lama livin' with the pulpit aesthetics
Divine trauma trippin' on my bullshit genetics.
Editin' my essence while the host intertwines
Applyin' dianetics to the ghost in my mind.
Nip/Tuck cast-a-rate
Ripgut masticate
Sever my mound and amputate
Got a cum dripped tip with an after taste
Brain waves change with the sample rate
and I'll stain a chaste face with a chapel bate
Pickin' pleasure abound; pray to Baphomet,
so I'll never bow down to Pastor Ma$e.
Cover me in cortisone and covet me like swords in stones.
Smother me with corded phones, I love it like these sordid poems.
credits
released March 31, 2024
Lyrics and original song by James McCollum (Marsh Land Monster)
Remix produced by Stef