check the texture of my textual terror//
static free like bounce clear as an air horn
control the words like farmers control herds//
absurd nerds like static will get served
an excersize in suicide so scared of me you run and hide//
it's genocide the way i force feed you your own pride
like a "kriss kross" record you'll never be heard//
thought you was the "alcoholiks" cause your speech is all slurred
merk this jerk and get back to work//
i'm the manager you just assistant clerk
sneakin up like celery yea i'm "stalkin"//
you sound like "steven hawkings" only you still walkin
i know why your girl calls you "polaroid" retard//
it's cause your done in sixty seconds and she still wants it enlarged
you and i are incompatable although i'm a "pussy" and you're a "dick"//
you couldn't get laid if i bought you a slutty dead chick
like car wrecks i leave you twisted and sprained//
the last time you had a shower was the last time that it rained