Gao the Arsonist - Catharsis Lyrics

Start the catharsis
Two types of cartridge
Strewn across the carpet
One for, strictly martyring the carcass
One records the carnage
Satan shaking hands for the concord
Grit teeth
Arson to apartments
Horsemen hard to harness
Reigns frayed, discard it
Connoisseur of, visceral bitterness
Business isn't getting far
Mar the skin over arteries with a blunt sword
What I bought a blunt for
Satisfied by, liquor, gin and tonic like a 1 chord
Nah
Huh
Watch his body contort
Back-stabbed
Lumberjack axe in the lumbar
Huh
Ultra-violence and I often consort
Adrenaline is pumping like the pumps on a dumb whore
Strutting in a button up, nothing where the sun don't shine
Nose dive, intercom in a calm sort of way, nigga

Yeah (Start the catharsis) Yeah

Matching bars to the face a bizarre fit
Thinking dark, brain, bathe in a tar pit
Niggas pulling strings like fingernails is guitar picks
Flick ash in they gas tank, more than carsick
Licence revoked
Vehicle and firearm so
I try to hide my knife in a coat
Find and skin the snakes in the grass
Writhing like they python and cobra
See eye to eye and then don't, fucking bite and then choke
My vitality closer to cyanide than a
Covert operative trying bite on his molar
Suffer jeopardized security like rights of the voter
Fuck your clique, I diss member I'm a mine to a soldier
This isn't Gao, bitch, know that you invited in Koja
For now, Gao's gone so ya'll say hello to Koja, nigga
Stole his fucking soul and slung his body over shoulder
Need a way to cage my thoughts
Just like you frame and older photo, picture
Still allowed an outlet, nigga mine is just my throat, bitch

Listen, I'll give you clues to my pseudonym
Gout when devouring the values that you rooted in
Gown with a crucifix so spooky don't get through to him
Gouge out his eyes to watch the fool shoot at the hooligan
About the prior riot, it's like my psyche bi partisan
Clinging to the vile just like a junkie tryna part with xan
Try direct my thoughts but cortisol incites a modern man's violence
Zero guidance, rationale's indictment's surrogate
Excuse, it's like there's two dudes thinking: a killer and an arsonist
Some put glass to lips like it's the mirror of a narcissist
Some'll slash their wrists and try to whittle down to cartilage
Filter's built on fractured pillars, sends chills through spines of architects
Birthed in the suburbs so they claim I'm lacking vertebrae
Ain't talking tough, I say what my imagination perpetrates
The urge to wade in blood and murder
Surges through a person's veins
They curse the curse imbursement
Bitch, make sure a nigga curse the day he born