So here we are just twenty years deep, having trouble comprehending if I'm awake or asleep, beep beep goes the alarm with dead sheep in heaps, with my brain resembling pink Valentines day Peeps, balled up nice and neat so my dreams wont leak, I'm writing this song on poster sized acid sheets, "oh really? how sweet must be an exceptional treat?" who the hell was that? was it me? did i speak? it was just your head meat ready to meet and greet your greatest problem to date and guess what? its me!, jeez please i knew this time would come, the day when you've had enough and your sick of having fun, numb dumb try strung out on whatever, like YOYO MA killed wearing the toughest of leather, you gotta admit that simile was kinda clever, I'm a Somalian using his peg leg to hide treasure,

Your thoughts that come from me are just pure gold, twenty years ago sure but now spill out as black mold, it needs to cease and desist so who and what can stop this, my brain from that last line maybe thinks its a botanist, certainly when you enchant your rant with plants my cants are amped pills stacked with deep stamps for champs, slanted are your eyes all time with time, i see your bent in relative reaction to crime, i know your wrong but see there genius in my money, Harvard potential that cunning that leaves your nose running, is it you in the kitchen with cut onions in hunks, dumb fuck its cause your cokes cut with sawdust and lust, plus on top of that there's something we need to discuss, listen up you need to stop feeding this tumor with trust,

Shrapnel above my head I'm mister shit for brains, smitten with mange, trying to buy your sisters clit with change, broke like my thoughts that trickle down through this ink, an octopus that stinks minus tentacles with reach, that's where i come in protecting each sense with ease, but when your speech starts to impeach my nerves don't reach, impossible with the amount of water that's gone into Rottin, an oxygen toxin soaked in a Q-tip cotton, then crammed in my nose but there isn't any room, and don't try your kidneys their just sponges of doom, your going to run out of places and its happening soon, your veins are nothing but intravenous thread for my loom, whisper to you exactly how much I'm enthralled, imma kill a personal cell for every scratch on my wall, i got a solution that can suit both parties involved, what? do twice as much until our problems resolved