Dead Birds - Billy Woods, The Funs

Early returns in, read 'em and weep

Fire burn n' leap in the street

Wave heat, the wave’s thirty feet

The meek inherit a softly rotted peach

The shepherd’s sheep dead

Sign said don’t eat the meat

Men are beasts

You’ll see it now, you’ll hear the shrieks

Don’t ask what, just put it in the grease

Sow as you reap, golden goose confit

Eat your gun, gunshot residue on your teeth

Color o' the sun like blood when it’s deep

Gunshot, tryin' find the fuckin' leak

(You know, you know you done fucked up, though, right?)

(You know you done fucked up, man)

(You know, you know you done fucked up, right?)

(You fucked up)

Bread cast on water, come back poisoned

Film line the pot you boil water in

Spoiled meat dipped in bleach

Old oil drums the snake coiled in

Once the goyim go in, it’s microwave with the foil in

Particulate matter stain the skin

Right where it meet the respirator mask rim, this original sin

Nowadays he start every book at the end