aiiiight aiiight aiiight...


In the day of a gentlemen, who sets himself on the bench
he trys to settle-in, grabs two rusty tools and a wrench
His face was cursed with a grim, his mouth filled with a stench
it curled into a lop-side grin, fingers reached out in a ench
his heart fill of vegeance, his hands started to tension
as he rolled up his polyester sleeve, in another dimension
his heart started to bleed, after his fathers directions
To not get up and leave, that road of progress detentions
be he was smart, started to grieve at the animal before-him
cannibal mourning the structure of his understandable form..
an the human nature de-toring, his brain in it was storming
But he didn't ignore it, in the public his pray stood before-him
so The hannibal gored-him, no longer a gentleman visible
the crowd immediately shocked, the attempt was dispickable
Tools wore a sickining color of red drapes, as it was shown
an that's the freestyle of cannaborn when the shit is grown!

owned.