More Worthless Dead Presidents

May the cleaver beseech ya like a preacher on death row.
Never stress the pleasure, once cut twice measured, now where the fuck did your head go?
Wrote it like a poet like Ugly Kid Joe did "I'm the God damn Devil"

Pitchfork in my left hand in the other Thor's hammer.
Put them both down to spit in the booth drown in this short banger.
Some call me depressive/manic but like your at the disco don't panic and never resort to anger.

Live life for survival in the simplest.
If it doesn't feed, clothe or shelter then it doesn't interest.
No side quests where reside stress this aint a game and you don't win shit.

One or two counts of robbery; only got three or four hobbies.
Marley smokin, steady looting out of stacked bodies broken.
LSD against my cheek got me soft spoken out of holes in time and space woven.
Never had time for religion, crack, heroin or defrauded voting.

Add another Prez to the stack yet, one the nation can't print.
On the Hill here I am, man up, citizen outstandin.
420 blazin grams...

and I'm gonna wind up with teeth in hand.
He was born with silver spoons I was born foot in mouth oh so different is each man.
Even survival fails to even rivals just look at who sat at his desk and who stormed the beach sand!