Tattoo parlors always smell like Vaseline,
You can smell it when they grind on my flesh.
And in one of the most ridiculous places,
Sits the forbidden, hidden when I’m dressed.
People generate different reactions to it,
Some say terrible, some really don’t mind.
It doesn’t matter to me either way,
They got their skin and don’t bother mine.
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What I got's gonna turn your brain into shit.
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