life of a maniac

Magic , It's real Tragic , feeling like i'm about to have a panic , Attack ,

but i'm static , sitting in the attic with a knife and rag and a paddock suit on

feeling real distorted and i'm about to blow up but here is where all this magic happens

walking up and down the stairs like i'm a maniac , psychopathic

a little dummy , wrapped up in tissues like a mummy , light headed buzzing and thrashing

the street is full of scum so little boy hurry and come so i can hide you well

motivation is the X of this equation but it's bad when it turns around

and again i'm in the attic with a sword and an Ankh thinking i'm a freaking pharaoh

but another round of rodeo is here .. jam and jab like a spear and just don't stop

because it's really distorting when you smile and your like horton hears a who

so i started representing a white dress-coded gang , i got shot at and fucked up

but who am i to stop and look ? you thought it's the same hook but you are wrong this ain't it

so when you see me blaring , huffin' puffin' and squaring slam on the pedal and don't stop

all the way to Cinderella's house , riding a horse with a shotgun in my pouch and a loaded .99

went to the bitch and shot her up all the castle just stood up and stared at me

i started rolling like a bowling ball

that's what it's like to be balling and but still crawling to be mauling on someone's face

in the end the new dog wins because of all of it's new trick , dude you are old just give it up

and i'll be back with an other verse because this is my first time writing a fucking rap

it got me real toasted and hot because i got to express my fucking crap

life is really full of shit - people and potheads so try to adapt

like a fucking usb adaptor only remembered when someone is having a problem getting it inside *ha*

so let's just stop already before it gets too weird for your ears .

cuz we ain't volunteers , we are the motherfuckin' pioneers , profiteers

holding Dibs on the twigs wink and dint ,bush and stone , baby