entro mc “gloryhol3″ mp3

http://entroemcee.com/gloryhole-demo.mp3

and its on the music page:

lyrics:

There was something I had to say before I started… but now I’m offing it.
(awkward laugh in the booth)
Ha ha
Truth or dare
catch the pheromones from your hair…
lost in nowhere
when the axis gets to spinning.
I’m a loser when it comes to sinning ungraciously.
Patiently I sit inside my subterfuge
calling for some type of release.
Deep inside me lurking is a beast.
See how I blend up within the wallpaper
taping up my moniker up in the shadow
like black fingernails upon the barrel.
Clearly, I wield the bitter words
and I’m not sure you’d understand it…
as I’m sure that God has damned it.
This is my spaceship
and I am not able to land it:
jettisoned out just like trash.
Its what I be.
Every single time I open my mouth up to emcee
I see my chances
are eroding.
Thoughts inside my center are imploding;
bloated like the visage from my past…
Why yes, I carry baggage and it was nice of you to ask.
If you would put me up to the task
I would bask up in the sun
and swig the flask.
The same old shit and the same old self control;
staring bored at the glory hole…
barrelling past the road and toll.
I guess its armageddon cos the fire in my brain
is like
brighter than the sunlight I can attain;
so grab a shovel.
Sit inside my hovel speaking words unto myself
its like
I wish I had the access to just finally open myself
but
every single time i lay prone
i get fucked.
(Cue the audience laughter!)
Pan the camera back to one…
“Its just my luck.”
The commercial break cue is a picture
of a doctor, and a lecture,
and a pill that promises a smoothing out of your texture.
No matter how harsh your intonation…
this may cause liver problems in the equation
so drink occasionally.
I’d like to say it wouldn’t phase me.
I would like to say that I am crazy…
lazy…
that might be the truth.
Spinning fixed gear like my legs were egg beaters;
destined to be a passenger up in a
Jaguar E two seater.