a rap ive been working on, the living room, stupid pizza kids

kinda try'n ta find a kid, steal a kiss, slit his wrists.

its a work in progress over the last year.

i went to a show at the living room tonight, it was dumb but i got to see a surprising amount of good friends that have become distant. two vegan straight edge bands played and one had a call out " stop the global green machine" what the fuck does that mean? i could care less about your stupid fucking neck tattoo. i also burned the roof of my mouth on pizza, i hope everyone who works at brooklyn gets terrible ill from fucking each other in some sort of incestual secret, members-only hipster blood orgy. 

the bodies been dead not seven days: