maybe u should sing songs instead of rap//
i'll slaughter a rapper and skeet on his epitaph//
cut his corpse in two, commit necrophilia, then we can cheat on his better half//
tell me if my image just seems like a gimmick u seen//
cuz i've got sinister schemes to diminish ur dreams//
i'll tortue you and won't let u even finish ur screams//
wash my hands of u, as deep as my limbs in ur spleen//
as if sin is just clean, basically, me with a pen is just mean//
i leave pussy muh fuckas open like c-sections//
personally responsible for open mic recessions//
sick kid with an organic dildo hopin dikes need lessons//
when i don't really wanna rhyme no more//
i'll reach a tourney's final four and hang the other three with their own spinal chords//
im a dis-gruntled lyricist that mumbles fear less wit//
at the end of the day, i hope a drunk will hear this shit//
and just maybe punks will fear this kid//
but if not, its back to the gallows and slipknots//
and pissed off kids hot cuz my bullshit is considered hip hop//
im just a reckless nerd that happens to be obsessed with words//
i was a unexpected birth, the beginning of the end, a regretted curse//
so fuck emotions, wear ur heart on ur sleeve and wonder why ur chest, it hurts//
don't get me wrong, respects important//
thats why i don't rob cradles but have sex with orphans//
you know im ill if i got a b.j. from the headless horseman!!!!!