you cant clash with both halves of Patrick BateMEN...Narcicyst not your average...people dont know what time it is but imma let them know...check it....

theres no inventing time/
bend in mine, i'm a troubled mind/
rockin lines like sun dial descriptions/
back and forth letter for letter like pen pal traditions/
pencils with lead in prisons, repeative respect of life is just a shred of wisdom/
catchin pieces of your decapitated head fragments/
head bangers that'll sell stagnit, acting is your source of image/
my souls rationed, i'd trade it within seconds/
but still producin neck crackers like necklaces that are made of biscuits/
embed my visions add up my choices and options/
illuminate the light the day offers/
shockin like stickin forks in sockets/
you couldnt make up for lost time if you covered a misplaced foriegn watch with lipstick and eyeliner/
strike like underpaid workers at high risers..in office spaces/
still slept on like sheets and pillow cases/
if i dont pull your card its cuz i simply deal with aces/
against fascists, numerous forms of haters in races/
try fadin me and your shows end up cancelled like raffles/
where stubs are gone and scrambled/
in a house where things are lost and badly handled/
Pat Batemen the Narcicyst make you fold like wallets, the flame rep/
you making rain checks, keep proppin yourself with the guests/
when you gonna realize that you aint live but fake like hollywood plain wrecks/
yo, its Narcicyst open your optics,Pat BateMEN microphone collosous/
murder your timing like i broke your watches/
close your office to further redefine your skills/
verbal watches i own from the time i've killed....