Ode To Nothing - Children of the Damned, Lee Scott, Monster Under The Bed

I’m on some 'nice to see you, until I actually see you' shit

Indeed I’m pissed, you’re ignorant if I seem in bliss

I did quit smokin weed and shit

Yet I’m still offended when the reefer’s lit and no one offers me a hit

An evil genius, I was a decent kid

Until I got stoned and told the Romans where Jesus lived

If I have to leave Green Hill, and still need a fix

I’ll be walking past the window, waving with a bleeding wrist

I’m more inaudible than Beavis is after drainin several pints of somethin…

COTD’s the clique

Watchin' A Clockwork Orange as your sister fans me with ganja plant leaves and

feeds m trips

Playin' foul in football, drunk on fifa pitch to keep us fit

Feeling sick from all the beak we sniff

I spark a riot in th name of Maradona

Then do a lap of honour in a bloodied Argentina strip

On occasion, you can see me blitz

Runnin' out of church being chased by nuns telling me I’m sick

A decent creepy prick

Fuck books, I prefer a flat window, binoculars and reading lips

I don’t ponder life, it’s meaningless

There is no reason why we exist

Fuck your wife, I’ll marry a group of emo chicks

Each with a pierced clit and a different day of the week tatted between their

hips

Yo the wait is over, COTD we’re taking over

Fuck a dope clique, we’re coke mixed with baking soda

People ask me in a cypher if I’m smokin something

The fact is, I probably am but I don’t feel nothing

I live in a castle of trash and the moat is rubbish

My thrones a dustbin guarded by trolls and goblins

Shit, that dopey fuckwit

I’m rich as shit but broke as fuck coz I spent my dough on skunk

My lungs are soaked in blood, covered in holes and punctures

I roll to shows stoned with a truckload of Munsters

Mr Jojo’s hunting

Powerpuffs with a loaded musket, wrapped in a coat of ducklings

Me and your girl are fucking

She told me she don’t own a husband but quite frankly, I know she’s fronting

Lonely drunkard, never go in public

My only company is empty bottles in a broken cupboard

Both my pockets overflowing with golden nuggets

Till I go to the Greenhouse and I blow my budget

Tried to kill myself but the rope was knotted

My ???

is rotted, I’m still ???

choking off it

With a fat bag I filled out with mouldy chronic

Not eating, tellin' my moaning stomach that slowly does it

I’ve overdone it

Passed out in the middle of a road, so with my motor ???

and run it

Yo, that’s all folks, so fuck it

The monster, I’ll play Goldilocks off ???

Pocahontas

This is my ode to nothing

Yo the wait is over, COTD we’re taking over

Fuck a dope clique, we’re coke mixed with baking soda