HELP

since i was 3 years old

i've had hell trapped in my Cerebral-Vault

jinns and angels beefing on my shoulders like Competing-Cults..

so whenever Grief-Was-Evoked

i'd explode like a Scene-From-The-Hulk and commit a Lethal-Assault

beat an Beat-An-Adult to a Bleeding-Pulp with a TV-Remote..

screaming "it wasn't me, it was the Demons-Fault!"

.. so you better fuckin leave-me-alone

roaming these dark streets-on-my-own

but deep down, i Secretly-Hope Police-Will-Approach

and give me a Reason-To-Tote this M16-With-A-Scope

on some ned kelly shit, man, i'm Begging-To-Roast

cause' after i'm dead with my Neck-In-A-Rope

then i get to battle lucifer in Hell-As-A-Ghost..

yeah i said it, Bet-That-Bitch-Weeps

Let-That-Dig-Deep

and plus, i'll probably be better off when i'm Six-Feet

cos i won't be surrounded by these Pip-Squeaks that Spit-Weak

equip-heat, scorch your town just by Horsing-Around

turn your choir to a pyre where your Corpses-Are-Found

i'm wild with the fire, that's why your Organs-Are-Brown

so you dweebs can either easily Forfeit-Your-Crowns

or feel the heat at your doors like tiki torches on Porches-You-Clowns..

… and if i cause a wild fire

shit, Nobody-Cares

cos i'll choke slam Smokey-The-Bear down a flight of stairs

and smash him over the fucking Dome-With-A-Chair!