Crawdad Issues Lyrics

I went to school in a meth lab,
I had tests that came back positive for vitamin F that,
Effects bad, kicking and screaming,
Blessed by a priest with toilet water,
He said I’d be afflicted with demons and here I am,
The living reason why they invented the police department,
Each deceased disease in me decreased the parts of my brain that eagerly decay and tell me I’m okay, but look at me, what the hell could I say,
I had a visit with cupid,
Took his stupid little blueprint and pooped in it,
Threw him in it, who you kidding,
I’m through with women, who are one way for a couple of months,
Then some day they change and rearrange the way they want to control you,
Console who? Sorry honey I’m a lost cause,
Crashed my vehicle into the pharmacy like, Bitch don’t tell me I aint got bars,
A manic with panic attacks, addicted to Xanax and crack,
Kicking a fan in the ass, sicker than having a bad day,
And pissing liquor in the sink,
Don’t tell me I can’t drink man,
I’m rip van wink in a pink van headed to the think tank, better hope my ink pays,
Better then confetti with Freddy the melody is ready,
Petty betty steady catching felonies, plenty pennies barely show through,
Merci bocu, no way to access what this flow may do,
Long way from the best but I always do,
Whatever the f*ck I can,
Whenever the f*ck I can,
I’m a cats vans bags fan,
Fat fiend mad man

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