Over the course of age I coursed with rage at the formless fate that made storms in the brain tomb known as me.

The games formed the age old same sworn maze porn claymore made to navigate
 the damn dames swooned but didnt' say so 
so the days drawn way longer than the race run
faced off the face of based on a strange buzz 
the mate songs that blazed on came on way wrong
mega ceylon, 
shangri la, shambala, never came on. maybe i aimed wrong
sanctioned like tehran
but unmentioned on the radar 

now the raves down the rains on 
the same son that came to spray love 
was nailed up and turned to shames us
from each the same source 
but i beat that racehorse past death and came short
with way more remorse thatn originally aimed for 
guess i planned poor
didnt know what to plan for
starngers still demand more
 than I gave them the math for

if you cant add that score i'm not your cash whore
but if you can add that tho i'll pass you that and half more
but i'll always be an asshole

the mans mad raps en masse collapse globes in half
and lasso bad jokes in the aftermath of pac oce blown past hope 
off the map no home hassle, nomadic cadillacs, no gold castles
snow avalanche, rolled rope rassled rome on a raft
out the ash of its storied, doomed, but gloried past.
Rise from padded room like phoenix from a flask
from one mistake to another bad path
placing bets with self, how long will these days last?
laying next to hell expelled with trash 
because I couldn't get x to tell solutions for he+she math

Mathes

A lot more like I'm walking blind with a rotten mind
You fill yours with softer times, I put buckshot in mine
Wristcut, it's bloodclotting time, I picked up cocking nines
Kid what? Just fuck off and die.

It ain't hard to believe I'm all alone, I put out the call 
but ain't even got the tone to get put out at all
just make believe my putdowns and salt
make me one cool sounding dog,
but they don't.

My skull's out all wrong, I got cockblocked by my clone 
that looks down on the law, so I put it down in a song
the very day before they came to put down the dumb clown in me.
This is starting to seem like a fucking good town to leave.

The thing is I got dreams I can't begin to bring out of me
The scene is I can't clean this thing out of me
And even if I scream she doesn't see how I need.
I get beat down and bleed 
I'm the what you keep down on knees 
with my wings clipped and i cant even breathe

Man fuck these secrets that speak out from me
with my lips zipped yet still they leak out from me
the freak kids and beatniks freak out from me
I got the funny feeling that the cheap tricks 
with which i reach out get bleached out
immediate when seen exposing the idiot in me.

I seek less heat seek less eat less than me
The sea crests in sequence on the pretense of peace
I progress and regress and regress, agree
that it's hopeless, this deep pit I sink in is deeper than me.

The Idiot rough third

oh i bet i could get these necks to just get stretching in the direction which weapon just came stepping in 
and the second his sentence spit out his hecking lips these fekking kids be like
"oh my god its got my erection stiff and its kept it lit
like four hours it just never quits, help me please i'm desperate!"
yea here, lemme sever it
fuck a rap god
i rap devilish

i sacrificed my own children to get to this treacherous level of penmanship
then i resurrected them then smothered them back to death again with their own excrement

...
then i sacrificed their next of kin
then their cat just died, and their bestest friends
to feed the appetite of endless death
that fuels the mastermind this weapon is

Rap Devilish Freestyle

bat shit quintuplet nine vertebrae
found a shit pit to fit in 
in which nobody ever heard him break

filth pitch to pit
fuck to face sick frued disgrace

milk pi..
trumped up all day
quick pick pride to play
dressed up
then dumped in trunk revved up away 
hey
this just borderline between interest/disgust
don't trust no way
this is
been puling out his hair til his scalp begins to fray

squeezing through a clump of people talk without the means to say
which one gets um

drift up sentence mixed up tripped up display
picked up then chumped dumb fuck give up

dont stay dont stay dont stay dont stay

I been beating like a pulsar
killing like a templar
leading like I'm picard
feeling like I'm full bore
feinding like a crak whore
i need it and i want more

Sometimes I almost feel like a normal human being

Fuckin freaks me the fuck out
makes me throw a fuck down
the whole deal is fucked now
somehow I become real fuck me whatt now

05 Fm Whatt Now

06 Holy Ghostie

I fell in love with a girl
Who's identity is little more
than a heavily edited photo of herself.
The actualization of a ghost in a shell.
If I'd touch her, she'd break

I fell in love with a girl 
whose favorite acronym spells
hell on wheels. We fuck in the day.
She's a predator cell, a silicone drone;
I'm ability come late.

I fell in love with a girl
that does me well 'til she throws me away
I fell under a spell commonly known 
as "I got to get laid." I take her home 
and let her go before she knows my name.

I fell in love with a girl;
this umbrellic live aid encompasses a tongue 
and a tell and a hell, fuck, give a shit if you die babe.
We both come and soon as we done 
come undone, part right away

I'm a hell, shit, I'm hell: I'm hella flyweight.
Don't need help to be tell what I say
I'm swell, won't explicate.
I'm what fell: One in a cell - Cell block A
The only one in my jail.
I'm a gun on a rail, running away
Either I'm coming undone, or I'm coming in strange

I fell in love with myself.
I'm the entrance of 7 deadly sins
to succubus sipping mixed drinks.
Find the preface of hell in the questions I think.
Yea I said it for real, I'm at the edge, at the brink.

I fell in love with a hell of a greed
that sells me to drugs or whatever will greet
and filling me up and my relevant needs.
Congeals while I bleed- Can you tell that I'm me?
I'm just a shell that can breathe.

I fell in love with a cocaine binger
attack in my heart that numbs my focus away.
As my hole it grows bigger, I throw in it 
tolls to entertain interpulsed with pulls 
of a trigger, bolt blows to my brain

I sell the holes to the mist
that crawls through the venue,
coats it with rain. Like close to the fist
The folks that remain is slit both of the wrists
Drown in the sea.

I'm the chosen of pain, shit, I'm hell: I'm hella flyweight.
Don't need help to be tell what I say
I'm swell, won't explicate.
I'm what fell: One in a cell - Cell block A
The only one in my jail.
I'm a gun on a rail, running away
Either I'm coming undone, or I'm coming in strange


I Fell

Not even high heels beneath acidic fountains could fell a fella down

I'm post-modern alternate creator.
 
Alternate between the days I die and the days my verse unwind.

How can I lie? I can only outlie

Post-Modern Alternate Creator

Oh no.

I'm lost in a sea of delusional self-reference. Paranoid in blood-letting pain.
Letting pride pass me by in deference in a setting of shame. 
Having gone off the deep deep end once again.....

Weapon