Wonkers

My mental state been receding like a hair line

shows fate ain't been on my side this whole damn time

So now I pine over all the conspiracy theories

There all over, my self and me are my heel, Achilles

I hear debate, devil's and angels sitting over me

Shoulder talk between angles, makes me overly

Excited, I'm excitable as I exit

Out the conversation, my demons are being sexist

Excited, I rise to the occasion like a sex pig

My tongue need a vacation, It rarely says shit

so now I say nothing, I'm addicted to silence

just as much as my fist been addicted to violence

 

But my left hook switched up like Benedict Arnold

my right took the blame, my creativity been court marshalled

No marshall Mathers lp, fuck if I win a Grammy

Nothing really matters except my old granny

But she dead, just like my conscious is

Thoughts in my head give way to zero consciousness

Unconsciously congugating more Tom foolery

My mind's been playing tricks, yeah it's been fooling me

 

WHO IS ME

 

I painstackingly paint a pretty picture as I press up

Against my lovers bossom then bite, yeah I'm messed up

i Fess up, little homie got my dreaming I'm next up

Shit feels so good like an orgasm in sex, nut

Yeah I might be a bit behind, but it's all curves

Shit you could say the straight jacket made me bonkers

Yeah yeah shit sideways, it's all wonkers

Bend it back, cause your bitch knows I'm straight outta yonkers

Damn

been this way for a minute, actually since forever

hit the message send it, im crazy for whatever

they selling me, I'm selling d, to fucking whoever

gonna take it, up and around some pregnant overies

I overeat, obsess obsessively and oversleep

and honestly honesty been catching up with me

And peace been peacefully taking a piece from me

Till all that left is sad boy singing in minor key

 

Im a boss at life, yeah I Stevie through it

It's a wonder Ive never seen the need to view it

Blind luck as my guide, if I need I pursue it

To unwind might get a snack and screw it

But screw it, I won't stay and play this chess game

So nah bitch you ain't getting a piece of this next game

Lifes been scripted to this point, shit I broke kayfabe

The stage is yours, do what you want, I gotta save face

 

MACE TO THE FACE

 

it's all wonkers, bending backwards to see knockers

Folded up feelings unfurling makes my cock hurt

Nah im butt hurt, saltily scheming how to suck her

Off, or maybe stick to simple shit and just fuck her

but fuck me, why I gotta be such a nasty

dude, so rude with some hair so nappy

you happy now, now that life's been running past me

like bolt blasting off and beating me in my last heat

but I been beating meat and I go way faster

left handed apprentice became the master

as my mind races, my body goes into stasis

tied down by the tightening of straight laces

over and back, around my waist and neck

white on white walls giving my eyes no effect

so effectively I'm lost in the vast space

between sane states, it's never simple I'm a strange case.

 

BUT

 

they say success is the best, so I'm the best this year

I'm inside writing love letters to my devil so dear

whose dearly departed to the dirt, so I'm doubling down

my dough so I can afford to buy the bride a wedding gown

already found one, replaced my pride with some lust

out of dust rises my dick to rub up on some busty

babes, babbling bout some petty booby shit

its my duty to take a dookie on that kooky bitch

fuck, I'm fucking showing out my shit

hope my shit bigger than the last one that did

do the dirty duty with a dick in her clitoris

and pull out full stop cause this shit is getting serious

seriously I'm in need of some sleep

biting on my neck, leaches been leaching me

dry, so when I go to die it's bye bye

to everything I love, is this my final see ya later?

Well see ya later

 

BITCH