Autopsy YCK (Ft. Vasporo)

Fuck a spam email leave out all the details
I don’t give a damn about the shirts you got for resale
Derailed go my way said no working retail
I’ve been sick of all the gossip coming from these females

Found I’m boutta snap at any minor inconvenience
Gang of blind followers and I say fuck your whole allegiance
Yeah I’ve gone rogue gone away to obscurity
And the jewels that I got they’re the finest in purity

Self indulgent wealth engulfing everything that’s good
So insulting got a pulpit clots are forming where they stood
Ain’t so great convincing in a stubborn legislative body
Ain’t no moving no solution to a vegetative army

Lacking the sense and lacking the culture
Taking from others you acting a vulture
I’ll be the one that can get all the credit
Top of my game they’re making a sculpture
Newest agenda trying to spend a pretty penny shit
Placing antennas I’m boutta end a life or make em fucking quit

Crystallized loss take the zyklon B
I’m the suspect keep the lights on me
When I drop em dead that’s an autopsy
Breaking and entering at the door you can try and stop me