Acid and Scotch
• Written by Capn
Capn's Notes
You may find a smilar version on "Deranged's" profile, he's my litte brother and I wrote it for him, but I wanted it for myself because he edited it badly.
I'm that psycho boy bustin' your door down in the moonlight.
Breakin' in with a duece duece and a mind that doesn't work right.
Better run and hide, child stay out of sight,
From the the masked, mass murderer that stalks its' prey at night.
I was that kid who sat in the back off the class,
Now they say I'm an psycho-trippin' outcast,
Just 'cuz of my experiences in my little twisted past.
I'm fuckin' paranoid and ready to put a motherfucker on blast,
To make sure his witty little remarks are one of his last
But I'm here for one simple task,
Put my problems in a clip, cock it back, and put on this mask.
I'm here to do my job, no questions asked,
So I'm gonna blow your brains out, sip from my flask.
I'm coming back for you bitch, call it a blast from the past.
I'm sick of you peasants, smokin' nothing but resin,
Show you the 'Wesson, and now you start confessin',
Lemme' teach you a lesson, it's anger I'm supressin',
Why need a 'Wesson when my minds' the secret weapon?
I wouldn't necessarily call it mentally ill,
Life's a shit filled sea, and I possess gills
With a hole I keep diggin' deeper, it's getting harder to fill,
All the hopes and dreams impossible to fulfill.
I hear these voices in my head, and it's giving me the chills,
Pushing blades through the necks of all weak and ill,
I can't feel my hands poundin' of all these pills,
Numbness is the answer, I'm only a pig when it comes to the dollar bills.
Pain is like ecstasy and I've been abusin' it for years,
Muffling the screams and all the crocodile tears,
Call me the shepherd because I'm gathering groups and using shears,
Ventriloquist of the dummies, I'm the puppeteer,
Inside a mind of mine, sparks fly and counter-clockwise go the gears.
Bow to no man nor god, my mind is what I fear,
The wicked wild shadows is where the sociopath leers,
Patiently, painfully, pacing the halls for my patient to appear.
Because the blood of the prey is what I feast,
Put em' at ease, it's only your severed brain I need,
Police are notified, man-hunt, I hear them shout, "Freeze!".
They say I'm a murderer, dozens of victims in a spree,
Victims of loss and careers are mere prizes, you see,
Death row, no bail, gavel hits three,
Court is dismissed, He will be free,
Hear them hail, "Cap, the broken emcee. "
The archangel falls to the fiery sea
The one the only, the one known as he.
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Capn
Member since April 9 2015