I am, the psychotic schizo, that was messed up on the get-go.
I'm not just high on life, I've also smoked a whole bowl!
Yo-yo, pull my flows back and swing em in aggressive correction.
Land mine style, be careful where you steppin'!
To me, this is both a curse and a blessin'.
To be able to write beautifully with the mentality of a villain.
Lyrical manipulation,
Sick/sadistic causation-
Making you want to cuss out the world like payment collection inflation.
Yet it's rejuvenating,
After venting all the anger.
You become the passive hand after you're done playing the strangler.
You can go crazy and regain composure.
It's human emotion, man! Some of us enjoy danger!
Some of us enjoy rage!
Some of us have sadistic secrets written on a hidden page.
Some of us wear make-up to hide all the pain.
Some of us take it out on enemies in a game.
And that's much safer,
Then using a live grenade.
Music is my weapon,
And I use it to engage-
Into military actions when I'm rebelling against society.
Winning the war for individuality is my priority!
So don't step into my proximity,
Thinking that your words have validity.
I won't show pity,
I'll just rip you up plenty-
And when you think I'm out of ammo,
And my pen click, clicks.
I can find a new way to BLOW UP THIS B*TCH.
Cause my imagination don't quit-
I'm the worst addict.
I hate this reality,
That's why I'm gonna shape my own planet.