L. Tapeworm - Pixar Mom Lyrics

(Yah)
(Taaapppeeewooorrrmmm)
What's it mean
To my enemy-my, to my enemy if I swing at them, raw? (Egghh)
A couple things:
We all play the same game, we all play the same, all cut from the same cloth (Ehh)
So refrain
F*ck hostility-ty of a voguish breed, resolutely cop sums, yeah
Chicanerie!
Hit 'em from the back, back, hit 'em from the back like a Pixar mom, yeah
Ngaahh, ngaahh, ngaahh, ngaahh...
Resurrection is bleak, and yet that is the cost
Pitiful promises, can't stop thinking these thoughts
I count faux pas like sheep, shawty left, life's a wrap
I got plenty of steeds, they don't know who I am
Many fakes
On my ding-a-ling-ling, on my ding-a-ling, I'm a ticking time bomb, yeah
They'd celebrate
My ephemeral flame with DeviantArtistry, "Keep 'em comin', f*ck a root cause"
Weaponize
Emotional conveniency, "sacrificial" silver lining? Yeah, bet my daddy sees some good in it all
Pussy boy
You'd never say it to his face, if nothing negative to say, then, pussy boy, don't say anything at all
What's it mean
To my enemy-my, to my enemy if I swing at them, raw? (Egghh)
A couple things:
We all play the same game, we all play the same, all cut from the same cloth (Ehh)
So refrain
F*ck hostility-ty of a voguish breed, resolutely cop sums, yeah
Chicanerie!
Hit 'em from the back, back, hit 'em from the back like a Pixar mom, yeah
Ngaahh, ngaahh, ngaahh, ngaahh...
Resurrection is bleak, and yet that is the cost
That some vatic ass bitch pays for his ignorance
Heaven's got a brown tint, Hell's a little too cold
Starin' at my shit stain, fissure in my asshole
Grave mistake
I'll admit it, kk? I'll admit it, k?
Ain't so teleological
What's at stake
Is a layman's best guess, may-be-sociopaths' maths, people playin' God in pre-calc
Some will say
Proverbial red buttons are not to be comprehended by Disciples with shaky constitutions
"Defeatist!"
Is what the weakest chain link says, got no conscience and no ideas; he's an ant
Knows only gamer chair blues
When I come back up, more significant than Tut
Phoenix from the ash, death--it do not mean too much
And lest that I concede other freaks a silver cup
Keep it all inside, clenching fist repressing blood
I'm like Christian in Machinist, sleepy, obsessive, good god!
It's like the fifth time today! I don't got any cum left!
Until I can explain it, visions of fate and what was
That's the way it is, innit? Bit schtewpid, aye, cheeky cunt?
What's it mean
To my enemy-my, to my enemy (yah) if I swing at them, raw? (Egghh)
A couple things:
We all play the same game, we all play the same (oh), all cut from the same cloth (Ehh)
So refrain
F*ck hostility-ty of a voguish breed (ah), resolutely cop sums, yeah
Chicanerie!
Hit 'em from the back, back, hit 'em from the back (ohhh) like a Pixar mom, yeah
(The crime you two planned was indeed perfect)
(Only the victim is alive and the murderess is not)
(It's a pity you didn't know when you started your game of murder)
(That I was playing, too)