[Intro]

A: Listen man, not to be rude or anything but uh...What are you? I mean your costume

B: I'm a body bag. I thought the invitation said come as you are



[Verse 1]

My style is gory like an Edgar Allan story

Monkey's paw, allegory, f**king raw, category

Edward Gorey, sorted sorta morbid, chloroform for 'em

f**k their foreign forums, I'll deform 'em with some four-inch forceps

There's no distortions, take misfortunes and record 'em

A borderline personality, plus poor decorum

Pour the poor me, more aurora borealis

I'm forming calluses from holding grudges more than normal

Got a smorgasbord, supportive followers and won't ignore 'em

Portland, Oregon, all the way to Portland, Maine, for the boredom

I'm going Foreman forming coarsest choruses

Agoraphobic portions, lived behind my ribs, absorbed and dormant

Fortified a fortress I have lived in since the storm arrived

Left 'em mortified from horror I've reported, boarded up

The windows and their doors are shut to keep out the vandals

A four-cornered room and I'm staring at candles



[Hook]

A reflection I don't recognize, set with deader eyes

Looking petrified, breath is like a pesticide

Skeleton and extra-sized flesh of mine to gelatin

Resembling the dead alive, I identify with my enemies

I don't like me either, I can empathize

Never mind the effort I have severed to my lesser side

Weathered all the weather, let the temper rise



[Verse 2]

Even in the misery, I don't want the company

I'm cuddling with ghosts that I know will accompany

Me to the grave, I made with a spade

Take me away, shutter-speed suddenly

Utterly infatuated with the patterns splattered on my atoms

Past or present lacks a presence when you just don't give a, f**k you

Martyr or a carnivore, art of war, Sun-Tzu, Sun-Tzu

Someone come undo these hum-drum views I sing and hum drums to

My tongue gon' spew some blood unto these dumbf**ks who gon' run amok

So run those jewels, I'm numb and dumb to the gumshoe ones who

Wonder what I been up to, what's the matter, is that body bag too baggy, boy?



[Bridge]

So minimalissimo

At least three Gs of the Indica leaf to blow

In the pit of my seedy skull

Untreatable when the sinister creature roams

To each his own, since when do you eat your own?

They called me precious, and said I'm a piece of gold

I said they're fools, they don't listen to reason though

This blue sunshine hidden between my bones



[Hook]