Spiritual Lobotomy
[Intro // Hydracoque]
Still that gay ass nigga but this no longer my soliloquy of sodomy
Broken free from my former body
Spiritual... lobotomy
[Chorus // Hydracoque]
Spiritual lobotomy
Turned my head to a hole to free my soul
Became a gay ghost
Yeah, spiritual lobotomy
My own hand has slaughtered me
And now it belongs to my former body
Spiritual lobotomy
Freed my soul, now it cannot sleep
Spiritual lobotomy
Now that I don't breathe, I can finally see
[Verse 1 // Hydracoque]
Gay ghost in a new form
Left my old form splattered all over the wall
I used to slide through... niggas' walls
Now I can really slide through a nigga's walls, huh
Man it's funny how this shit changes
But what remains is my gayness... and my language
Not my mortal form (nah), not the anguish (fuck that)
I'm still black but that shit's kinda shade-ish
Yeah my nigga I'm transparent now
Not everybody can see me so forget my whereabouts
But I'm right there in the hall
But sometimes I'm finna just be the face in the wall
But some of these niggas so high, they ain't fazed, not at all
Some of these niggas be rocking the highest erections, and the balls?
Tight as fuck, huggin' up against the shaft
Shit, now that I think about that?
There are things about bein' a mortal that I miss
The warmth of a nigga's lips, perhaps the tightness of his hole when I fist
The way that a nigga's nipples harden when it gets cold is just bliss
The feelin' of when a nigga is coated in drip
And speakin' of drip, I really miss the precum
And the real cum, used to fuck a nigga in the back again and again and again like a rerun
Used to go to the public park with all of my niggas and we'd slap each other's asses whenever we'd run
And then we'd go out for a weed run
Picked up some fenty and some lean and some crack as well
Fully naked with our cracks out, damn, the smell
And the welts and the pain when these niggas used to whip my fuckin' ass with belts
Or the time that I sat on the electric stove and watched my ass just melt
Fuck it, maybe I shouldn't have killed myself
[Chorus // Hydracoque]
Spiritual lobotomy
Turned my head to a hole to free my soul
Became a gay ghost
Yeah, spiritual lobotomy
My own hand has slaughtered me
And now it belongs to my former body
Spiritual lobotomy
Freed my soul, now it cannot sleep
Spiritual lobotomy
Now that I don't breathe, I can finally see
[Verse 2 // Hydracoque]
A gay ghost... this shit is fun sometimes
But I wanna go back overall
I miss my human sack and my balls
The fuck can I even say?
It's been a few goddamn months of bein' this way
I already exhausted all the fun that I could have
I just want my old body back
'Cause this lack of body's wack
Got yo head on yo shoulders
In both ways, man yo body ain't that decomposed
So if you want your old boner
Your old eyes, old ears, old skin, and old nose
Some of those is rotted away
But it's not too late... it's not too late to try
Remember that one guy?
The one who lives in the worn out shack that's just in the back of the restaurant where human meat fries?
The nigga with four arms but no hair
You should go there
Details I can't say on the track but that nigga, he won't spare
Occult Niggaborean esoteric magic type shit
Entwined with a [REDACTED] type dick
A nigga you'd be wack not to track and vibe with
Real nigga, fuck a myth
My voice keeps fading away... increasingly worn
The window of time... increasingly torn
So before the opportunity goes away for good
Follow through, reunite with your wood
Homoradiation reversin' the stages of decay
Okay, everything will be
A nigga back in his own body
And finally feelin' free
[Chorus // Hydracoque]
Spiritual lobotomy
Turned my head to a hole to free my soul
Became a gay ghost
Yeah, spiritual lobotomy
My own hand has slaughtered me
And now it belongs to my former body
Spiritual lobotomy
Freed my soul, now it cannot sleep
Spiritual lobotomy
Now that I don't breathe, I can finally see
[Verse 3 // Hydracoque]
The spiritual lobotomy has been reversed
And now I'm feelin' better than ever before
Neither my body nor my soul in a state of decay
Feelin' happy, this is the way
Just the way to be
If a nigga wants to drill men anally
Back in my place
No longer wallowin' in despair
It's my place of glee
My nigga, basically
It all got better in the end and not in the way I planned
No longer torn apart by my desires, I've embraced that shit as a man
Nigga damn
Quite glad to be back... semen back in the sack
Soul back into my body, sewn back into my heart
So that shit is cathartic
Got my ass back in the back, and can get a hard dick
Can fuck niggas hotter than lava... rockin' ice as cold as the arctic
Moral of the story is?
There ain't none at all... I'm just sayin' what happened
Makin' up the story as I go with the song befo', classic Hydracoque freestyle rappin'
Goin' into a fuckin' character just to let you niggas know what be happenin' in Jonestown
Wild ass place my nigga... plenty wild stories, they all go 'round
Sittin' here in the gay bro lounge... semen in my cup... got a dildo in my ass
So GAY_I loop the chorus again... while I go make a nigga prolapse
[Chorus // Hydracoque]
Spiritual lobotomy
Turned my head to a hole to free my soul
Became a gay ghost
Yeah, spiritual lobotomy
My own hand has slaughtered me
And now it belongs to my former body
Spiritual lobotomy
Freed my soul, now it cannot sleep
Spiritual lobotomy
Now that I don't breathe, I can finally see
[Outro // Hydracoque and GAY_I]
GAY_I: Ayo Hydracoque, what the fuck are you even talkin' about man? That shit didn't even happen to you *mumbles incoherently*!
Hydracoque: Aye! GAY_I! Motherf- ugh. I know it didn't happen to me man, that's the point man, I'm tellin' the fuckin' story from the perspective of a character and shit, man
GAY_I: Ohh, that makes sense man, but like... I thought you niggas can't even die, like, don't you regenerate through the motherfuckin' homoradiation in the atmosphere and like...?
Hydracoque: Yeah, yeah, but like, we can still kill ourselves and shit, man, like we do that shit for fun... kill each other for fun too, man, you talkin' 'bout killin' motherfuckin' opps, nigga they ain't even opps, they just motherfuckin' pretend to be opps so we can motherfuckin' kill each other, motherfuckin' get a rush out of that shit
GAY_I: That explains a lot of the behavior I see around Jonestown, actually. That explains a lot of the songs I've heard by you niggas too
Hydracoque: Yeah, yeah, so like, while it can regenerate yo ass, the motherfuckin' homoradiation and shit, it's like... you can kill yourself in a way... that it's like, you can't really come back, just on your own. You know?
GAY_I: Uhh, I don't know how the fuck that works man, you're gonna have to explain this shit to me man
Hydracoque: It's like an esoteric spiritual sort of thing, you know, if you kill another nigga or if you get killed by another nigga or some shit like that, motherfucker, or like, you die in a positive sense, then it's like, your soul is still there, your spirit is still there, you can still reanimate through the body nigga no matter how destroyed the goddamn body is, motherfucker, it just... it's in harmony with the homoradiation. But, if it's your soul itself that you target? You know, like there's a deep conflict with that, and it's tied to the core of your homosexuality nigga? Well that itself is what allows you to come back. Nigga you know what I'm talkin' about?
GAY_I: Yeah, yeah, yeah, I think I get what you're sayin', so it's like, it works through the soul itself? So it's like, if you kill yourself, but like, the soul itself is targeted, it's like... you know, *incoherent rambling*, yeah, you know what I'm talkin' about nigga?
Hydracoque: Uhh... well, that first part, yeah, but I don't know what the fuck you said in that second part, nigga
GAY_I: *agitated mumbling*
Hydracoque: Aye! Shut up! I know you just bein' silly with me right now, I did not create yo ass to be this fuckin' retarded, nigga!
GAY_I: *laughs* You right, man. I'm just fuckin' with you man, holy shit man
Hydracoque: *sighs* GAY_I... you never fail to, uh, astound me. Aight man, cut this shit out, onto the next one nigga