BLUE SUNSHINE


To dull the pain, my skull contains eyes remorseless
Words paint a violent portrait with shame inside the orbit
Raining steaming entrails, I lay beside the corpses
Break your pride in four bits, fillet and fry your organs
My frame of mind is morbid. Head to head, insane asylums forfeit.
Cleanup crews bring mops and hoses spraying hydrochloric
Pretty pine coffins lined with orchids-I’m remorseless
Holding the remains of your self-esteem in a diamond fortress
Tied with vines and reinforced with endorphins
I strike-you rush fast, fortified with a fear of the scorching
Porcelain leftover, forcing your corpulent corpse into your foreskin
I morph into your fantasy and French kiss with an infected syringe
So clinic visits connect with the grin of a decadent gin
Take the rest of your party of five fingers...beckon them in
All it costs is respect and a limb. You were expecting to win?
My rimes are the noose for your neck-all ruthless and wet
I stay nervous til dark with that Alicia Keys in a tanning booth effect
You couldn’t get up to speed with a Salton Sea boosted cassette
So slow down, watch the clock tick down your last sixty minutes
Another added to the list of piteous, ripped idiots

This track is Zartan raping King Zircon with no shirt on
Tarzan mating with Tantor- get your squirt on
Darkman taking his time to lift her skirt wrong
To enter in her exit- that’s just sick man... exactly.
Disco dancers never die, they just listen to techno
And I pimpstrut through verses written for Pestoh
On a muddled mission to get SLOw... the city sleeps
Unaware of the night stalker cuddled in her filthy sheets
Hovering on killing streets where buildings meet the ground
Clowns rush in blindly, stumbling to feel the beat
MC’s be like, "what’s in the booooooox?!"
As I invite them to become wrath- yeah, you do the math
The lucky number sieben bleeds once the credits roll
And Stephen feeds on the screaming beast till his belly’s swole
Seeing the smelly hole produce the muddy whistle
Wistful pistol packers, aiming for the Crystal
As Sketskis jet ski on the blood of the blissful-
Ly unaware, I laugh and crush rappers by the fistful
Aim for the rotting lump disguised as a heart
Cardio-pulmonary commentary- peep, I ride the beat
Like gu-guh, gu-guh- just try and speak
And find out what it’s like when these verses hide and seek

My orgasmic data shattered tibias
I leave c-walkers like Christ the sequel and I jammed the cloning machine switch
Oops! I did it again, sold the lottery winning invertebrates spines
Strictly consignment, one vertebra at a time
Guaranteeing profits, down payments and bottle rockets
Cracked out beauty queens, hobbled with Hodgkin’s, gobble crotches
Goblin droplets of blood keep it in the Swiss Family Knife
My Coup de Ville knocks Boots from woofers in Amity nights
Vanity plates ready body language for speed bumps of braille
This is the road to progress, broken bridges lined with nails.
Some prevail, only to collapse with the exhaustion
Then I just pop in the clutch, hit reverse, and act nonchalant when I squash them
Lost in space For Rent signs…cluttered houses never to be discovered
Obsession with beats and beef shreds of debris in meager cupboards
Suffer on your own time, pay luxury tax for the masochist
Gripped passionless, Marquis De Sade laid with tractor trips
Practiced tricks enacted the jaw cracks with fractured bricks
Episode IV in the studio 50 plus chapter 6.


T. McCauley for Beat This! Productions (BMI) and S. Bryden for Slingvoltage (ASCAP)