Doing Damage With Penicls

I'm a lyrical genius who was hit over the head

from age of "oh" by a troll,

everyday until i was too old,

i put a hole in his newly exposed skull,

pissed, shit and shown it back closed.

I'm tempted to kill you, but before decide if i'ma do this to you,

ima film you with a noose looped, in two, swooped,

scooped up and under your neck and leave you hanging

above the chair, i kicked leaving you wiggling to your death,

but i'll spare you, just to do it over and over again til your left

with an impaired turtle neck, until your permanently dead,

i'm gonna skin you, ware you, grin and begin by scaring the kids

on Halloween with a chainsaw going "vin vin" screaming "din-dins",

as i swing the blades that spin, i chop their limbs into chicken wings,

i eat, then repeat, house by house, door hinge's tore off by mouth

summer house turning quickly south into a slaughter house,

force feeding your spouse a rotten mouse, dipping in and out,

"oh my god, it's alive!!" pull the trigger of a gun i drew,

shoot and realize what I've done, "oh fuck, i see guts!"

brain matter splattered, "it was by accidental, I swear!!"

a bullet through your boyfriends head, "he could use some dental..."

clearly im mental because there's no pulse in my temple, lacking

and a parental stencil, instead i got a pencil writing over ya head,

eating ya bread, "nom nom", now i got you wondering where it went

"mom, we're outa bread!", im unfed, under your bed with the loaf i stole,

until night to invoke bloodshed and spread ya soul on my new bread.

 

I don't give a fuck, not a single fuck.

The luck is no luck, just shit in; i grew up

and for what? makes me throw up.

Cover you, smother you, let it trouble you

bubble you, pop, disperse like rain drops.

Metaphor for my blood covered mop,

carpet, table, the lot.

Your the kill spot with figments

scattered from dot to dot,

pull up truck, full of up ta.. the rim

with your ligaments building in mass,

overflowing, staining the glass.

blew up to fast, igniting everything in my path

like hydrogen... im the fire's point of origin,

throwing out the trash as the truck goes past

zoom "slow down too fast" how the fuck am i gonna catch up with that?

these little, iddy, biddy, kinda super tiny legs will let me down

and put a frown on these clowns.. There creeping me the fuck out

disturbing the bounce in my walk.. as i talk but the words aint coming out

driving a plow, mow theses fuckers down making their brains pop out

cause i'm...

balancing on a tight rope,

challenging your lifes scope,

please note, that if you fall,

there no net to save the floor

from the stain of your brain and disconnected jaw,

the crowd will roar, scream for more,

and stomp till their feet are stubbed and raw

slap, jab, stab and snap each other till they all

fuse into one another, form a bigger mother fucker, a lugger

juggling a couple of suckers into a shredder,

scatter the pieces, tell them it's buried treasure

and if the're spirits find them all

i promise to stick you all back together