I bite cage

Thoughts are weighed out by the gram

Bitches say I hate you Sam

After the bowl is lit

I rap around my room fucking manic

Then let depression hit

Just a few more lighter flicks and I won't be feeling shit

I'm obvious omitted but that's my substance

Fuck ya head up like butt sex with ya little cousin

Haven't been lucid

Since I polluted spinal fluid

Singed the clip in my arm as my moms like what you doing

Flows most diseases thru the 513 45040

Slice you up like fucking zorro

Slit myself at the scalp to watch my mind unravel

And see thoughts that cross each time I dabble

Into splashing art

But that ain't placing scars on my arm

I guess my perception of beauty is sick and wrong

But she stays sublime

And wedged forever still inside my mind every time I write a rhyme

Try to make sense of my defiled acumen

Suicide seasons butterfly knives in my abdomen

I smell weed smoke!

Left by the acrid cynic

The words I'm spitting are more than a flaccid mimic

I'm stabbing women!

15 at the slightest

And aiming cast iron riots at each green dyed iris

Violence

Is my motherfucking rifle

Aiming sights at poltergeist and stifling disciples

I'm fading out with vapor somebody copy this

My entire style is broken down to a sloppy wrist

It's obvious

I need trees so I can breathe

Scars always remain no matter how tight the seams

It seems no matter much substance I abuse

I can never release the disgust in my fucking views

So I'm coming up on this slut slit and leave her fleshless

Rip out all your teeth and make a necklace