Lemme develop a hell of a Skeleton
It's irrelevant, I'm a pelican
Drop your baby on your porch at eleven
An elephant in the room, painted pink and meltin'
Like Salvador Dali and Banksy got together
And meddled with your mind
I'm the kind that rhymes with Sci-Fi
A child of the mind, Aligned like Wi-Fi
Androgyny is fine, combined like I'm thai
Now I'm flyin' down 101 intertwined with lime skies
Its the Rap Game Rustin Cohle in this bitch
Just a regular guy, with a big ass dick
Lemme sprinkle some satire within this maze of Carcosa
I wasn't jokin' I do daddy shit, Hand me a memosa
Witches are attracted to me, yeah I'm on the faculty
Of crazy school, cackling, rehabbing raps that atrophied
Catastrophe at a glance, random acts of passion, we
Are runnin' out of time, too much to say I'm rappin', breathe
Thats not an option, walkin' one foot out the coffin'
I have been the sloth too often, meme's can't talk to me, I'm not them
I dropped collective consciousness, I've got alot to process
Now to make up for the loss, when my thoughts are mine I'll stop
Till then, here's my subconscious, It's botttled up for you to drink
And who would think that we could do so much through a computer screen
I am bleeding beautifully, all over this Blue to you, for me I do this
You I need to have someone to do it 2, 3, 4, 5
I have never felt so alive
I saw a guy die, drown in his own blood
In a flood of horror, that was sent from above
I think like Al Pacino speaks in Devil's Advocate
If you have an ounce of Self left, well I suggest you salvage it
Goin' nowhere fast and we can't afford the tickets
A stow-away in a pill of molly tryin' to get lifted
So swallow me, Rape, Stalk, Kill, or just follow me
But you'll never get inside my head 'cuz I'm no longer the hollow me
Razor blades in candy, it's not even Halloween
And that's a metaphor for the women I've met, 18 (6+6+6)
A-team, equipped with a mating call like "Hey Eve, would you be my play thing?"
Waiting for that ghost in a black cloak who killed your Knight in shining armor
And stole from your last hopes
I know you gotta break first to love right
I could break you if you like, but you'll hate me your whole life
I could also fuck your wife from behind, in the ass
Just to help her put the Kabosh on you and leave it in the past
Sorry Marty, yeah, Life is a party
But you gotta throw it and clean up the mess when it's over
All alone hungover, hatin' to be sober, a loner
Wishin' she would just come over and hold ya
But she won't
It's irrelevant, I'm a pelican
Drop your baby on your porch at eleven
An elephant in the room, painted pink and meltin'
Like Salvador Dali and Banksy got together
And meddled with your mind
I'm the kind that rhymes with Sci-Fi
A child of the mind, Aligned like Wi-Fi
Androgyny is fine, combined like I'm thai
Now I'm flyin' down 101 intertwined with lime skies
Its the Rap Game Rustin Cohle in this bitch
Just a regular guy, with a big ass dick
Lemme sprinkle some satire within this maze of Carcosa
I wasn't jokin' I do daddy shit, Hand me a memosa
Witches are attracted to me, yeah I'm on the faculty
Of crazy school, cackling, rehabbing raps that atrophied
Catastrophe at a glance, random acts of passion, we
Are runnin' out of time, too much to say I'm rappin', breathe
Thats not an option, walkin' one foot out the coffin'
I have been the sloth too often, meme's can't talk to me, I'm not them
I dropped collective consciousness, I've got alot to process
Now to make up for the loss, when my thoughts are mine I'll stop
Till then, here's my subconscious, It's botttled up for you to drink
And who would think that we could do so much through a computer screen
I am bleeding beautifully, all over this Blue to you, for me I do this
You I need to have someone to do it 2, 3, 4, 5
I have never felt so alive
I saw a guy die, drown in his own blood
In a flood of horror, that was sent from above
I think like Al Pacino speaks in Devil's Advocate
If you have an ounce of Self left, well I suggest you salvage it
Goin' nowhere fast and we can't afford the tickets
A stow-away in a pill of molly tryin' to get lifted
So swallow me, Rape, Stalk, Kill, or just follow me
But you'll never get inside my head 'cuz I'm no longer the hollow me
Razor blades in candy, it's not even Halloween
And that's a metaphor for the women I've met, 18 (6+6+6)
A-team, equipped with a mating call like "Hey Eve, would you be my play thing?"
Waiting for that ghost in a black cloak who killed your Knight in shining armor
And stole from your last hopes
I know you gotta break first to love right
I could break you if you like, but you'll hate me your whole life
I could also fuck your wife from behind, in the ass
Just to help her put the Kabosh on you and leave it in the past
Sorry Marty, yeah, Life is a party
But you gotta throw it and clean up the mess when it's over
All alone hungover, hatin' to be sober, a loner
Wishin' she would just come over and hold ya
But she won't
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