Dog Brain from Destroyer, Creator by Ivan Perez

Got a switch in circulation going bucket style,
shredding right field,
how I worship how I power belt,
melt it down and read about it,
hit the town and breath about it,
nothing to get heated about

Spit like a white bitch I knew that,
go ahead,
put me in the ground would you,
draw the line at cracker I got bigger issues,
I don't fuck around I'm gonna need some tissues,
whine about it,
cry it out,
find a river deep enough,
but that was then,
now I swim across to meet Bull City Red,
now I'm meeting God for real I don't care what my city says,
only give my loyalty to more than me

Kill the moon my money's nothing special,
I won't need it where I'm going,
I just need an ssd to keep my memory in storage,
hope I live forever,
but I never could ignore it

Pipeline,
took a while,
realized,
I'm a bad friend,
this dog brain I got in me,
it should have been the nose bleed era when I was born,
this shit poorly mixed I'm not a christian I'm a terrorist,
I mix and melt the chemicals,
vegetative state when I was terrible,
now I'm horrible,
but my back hurts less,
I got a load off,
I don't fuck with poetry,
this is telemetry,
heaven knows I'm trying to find a single thing I'm sure of

• Experimental
• Hip Hop
• IDM
• experimental-electronic
• Tucson