| They love me when I’m crazy, love to feel my pain
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| So they sit alone and know they’re not the only ones insane
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| I’m perfect, a mentally blurred, disturbed serpent
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| A merging of murderous words that serve purpose
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| From fresh air, walking the dogs with birds chirping
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| To death stares, talking to god, it’s not working
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| It’s not fair, have to give it time, be patient
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| I’m just a spec of sand compared to all creation
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| From bleach blonde addict to creature of habit
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| Thinking in my dreams, it’s time to reach out and grab it
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| Down to the furniture, each detail imagined
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| Loft in Vancouver, Venice beach house, and cabin
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| In the middle of the forest with a creek, that’s serenity
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| Can’t wait until the day I go to sleep with no enemies
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| Walk around the city knowing I could be killed
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| From an old beef, a sociopathic’s cheap thrills
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| Yeah I’ll make a little money with awfully steep bills
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| And some awful big debts, it’s an awfully steep hill
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| But I’mma keep on climbing while I grind and I hustle
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| Fist clenched, white knuckles till my knees fuckin' buckle
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| Addictive personality, destructive, give me more pain
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| Laughing while destroying, I’m the Joker wearing war paint
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| With a scorpion on my thumb
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| I just wanna get some head, taking opiates till I’m numb
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| Feeling so alone, watch this orphan come undone
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| To a shape shifting ape lifting weights, having fun
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| Acid spewing speed demon, feeding on the weak
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| I get paid for words, literally eat from what I speak
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| They talk a lot of shit without even one try
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| While I’m delivering the sun till the rivers run dry
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| New found strength, so I might go forth
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| BAX WAR, that’s disciples of a psycho dwarf
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| They say I could be bigger if I just conform
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| But I don’t wanna be in clubs, I detest the norm
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| I’m a monster that’s heartless, creator of darkness
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| Eccentric collector with a shrine for an apartment
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| Writing rhymes on my Noguchi coffee table, burning incenses
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| They say that I’m insensitive, at least I’m intense
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| Harboring my agony and pain, let it unleash
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| Then breathe fire, pounding on my chest like I’m a dumb beast
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| Dapper demigod, snob, I’m a label whore
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| Sentences is full of savagery, it’s a crazy war
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| Going on inside my fuckin head, no rest for the wicked
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| Dog, I just want to kick it
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| But these twisted rhymes are racing
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| Will it? |
| Won’t stop spinning
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| Might be mental demented but I’m bent on winning
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| Clarifying that I’m verifying that I’m a terrifying scary giant
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| Every line I spit’s an arrow flying
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| Addictive personality, destructive, give me more pain
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| Laughing while destroying, I’m the Joker wearing war paint
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| With a scorpion on my thumb
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| I just wanna get some head, taking opiates till I’m numb
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| Feeling so alone, watch this orphan come undone
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| To a shape shifting ape lifting weights, having fun
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| Acid spewing speed demon, feeding on the weak
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| I get paid for words, literally eat from what I speak
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| «It was a mile long thrill ride through total darkness.»
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| «Some thrill.»
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| «Certain people said it was mind expanding. |
| In fact it was mind shattering.» |