Inner Animal

With the needle to the groove, I get fucked

And I'm forced to fix it up. My style varies like virus in flux

Nihilist rhyme scientist, nothing's never enough

Double negative, no sedative, medicine 'em, get touched

Like the sun, or a red button that turns the world to dust

In an apocalyptic hopeless, he'll be eating the reaches

Poaching perfect teeth from any mouth left wide open

Howling all around him, while the mountains go molten

Honest explosion igniting oxygen, midair potent

And it burning eternally, everywhere like blood burgundy

Bursting veins during surgery

Move with worker bee urgency. Need no career or its currency

Taking earth burning personally. Finally crying, but silently

'Cause perfect pain needs its privacy

Chaos do choose its muse wisely, albeit undeniably violently

Something combusting inside me, half major organ, half diary

To become what you tried to be

Despite high vibrancy, refinery quality, mined anxiety

In death's inflexible binary, any bitch can get done

In the ever-overlapping laugh of zeros and ones

And when an end for all humanity comes

I bet the person you've been starts to feel real phantom limb

Bringing the lantern in, to a thicker cellar-walled skin

But it's still decrepit and gaunt

I am the human house my songs haunt

Doing my best to manifest what the ghost of the Bronx want

Half collapsed rap specter, swinging my syllable scepter

While wrecking your neck with a lecture

You're undereducated in the wrath of the expert

Chaining the emergency doors

Setting fire to floors wherever my uncaring kerosene pours

Better get on all fours, and crawl under the smoke

Or you're guaranteed to get choked by what I heatedly wrote

Grabbing the inside of your throat

Poor whoever when I'm going for broke

Like a C-section with a mid-evil weapon

The hero in question emerges from an awful mother's intestines

Surviving my own death in birth

Cursed, I reckon, I'll sculpt a whole human from mud

Using my body's loosing blood

Give it a name, and then just wait for the floods

Me and my creations finding islands with doves

Off with the gloves, gonna get my bear hands in the guts

Of whatever I hunt

Cause that's what the lion inside me want

Better get a health care provider

That covers all those who die per rap tiger incisor

Left with the mark of a biter

And all of kingdom come's none the wiser

And one way or another, we all pay the piper