Antisocial Rapper

I'm antisocial like I can't be social.

Hand of postal.

Man of total loss of control.

Though as I bust to know the road.

I rush to save my soul, trust no one.

Thus, no, son.

I ain't, go on without me.

I'm about to go on without thee.

I doubt we have anything in common.

I scout spree, killer clown, Me.

When I'm stomping kiddies around me.

Hippies found me like theories surround me.

Toxin, sounds me I'm poisoning everything around me.

Making noise again with my voice of Zen like ten noisy men.

Pen annoys hand, gives poise to, then choice to friend like boy's to men.

I'm pretty likeable but with this insight.

I pull I'm witty, unviable.

This gritty eyesight of all.

This ditty" I only see myself.

This itty, like it or not. I'm a big fish in a little city.

I wanted to like you but your shit's shitty.

I responded like" Hick City.