I dont wanna rhyme

i remember being on my mamas porch a kid with rotten thoughts

tossing tomahawks to kids to knock the off their rocking horse now

i'm at war connecting cocks to electric shock treatment and i'm not leaving until

there eyes start to pop bleeding and their hearts stop beating the whole cop

precinct thinks i should be in a padded room i travel through and kill the

mothers of these savage goons fill the house with gaseous fumes lighting up

like a match boom i paint a picture that's perfect so you can see what i'm

saying i state it perfectly clearly so that you know i a'int playing cause i don't

give a fuck about you or that shit that your saying