If I died tomorrow, would sorrow be felt? Dealt a hand tryna borrow help, and save myself, yet, still, I fell, into a well of tragedies, had to be hell, asked to be quelled, that's when he hailed,
WHAT!
Who, wanna fuck around? I'ma, buck a clown, down. When I touch a sound, nerve, crush it, and cut through, all, like, "what the fuck, dude!?"
HUPTU!
Up,
To,
The,
Back straight, shoulder's set. Rat, race! Older, Get! That place, colder, yet.
Bat case. Smolder, yeh.......
Low, and, non beholden, alone, I gathered age, or rather, rage at matters, either say, I parted ways with darker days. It's hard to say, what, heart IS, when, just, part is pain, and, which partner stays, takes large the blame.
Though, gives none the same.
Love's, insane.
Pardon not, as Psy barges in, targets the first varlet, and, charges him........or, her, you're ALL the same to me.
Fodder, not fit, for Father. Call the dang police, best bring 'em all, I'm slinging wrecking balls, that's, breaking jaws. Look at y'all, drippin at the lip. What, ya mental gone? Give it just a second, PSY'll get ya goin.
Straight,
INTO THE VooOOOiD!
Oi!
I'ma point the foible joints out (doink!).
Soiled doilies, to royalty. I sit poised, ready, to roil, for toil, is never a choice. Oh E oh E oh.
And, it only gets much worse.
What? Ya butt hurt?
Tuck shirt, bitch, unless you want work.
Mums word, once, and then it's done.
1 Verse 2, I'll be the worst dude summoned just to hurt you, like a curfew.
A curr, few know.....living left, with, a curt (phew!)
Iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii've beeeen hearing the rear end of the ear, and, here's what it whispers to me,
"Tsgna (take) yawa ekat (it) ot ti ekat"
T-t-Tainted madness, m-mad ad-libs, and, acid got his ass kicked.
"Brad shit, cracked head, that kid raps, shit, the mad hatter haggles sbdarcakwwkacradbss".
PSY'll prattle on, and, Brad better backtrack to Babylon to battle on.
Saddle the cattle, that rat-tat-tattle, on my bit of rabble, and the addle, I add, add, add it on.
Til, Abaddon, scattered the matter, from here out to avalon
Mind stuck in the past, I'm puffin' a hash pipe, lying up in the grass, eyes clutchin' the last light, flyin' off unfolding sun.
Why, am I so lonely, huh?
My entire soul could hold me, still, I'm not the whole me.
Dumb.
When I'm non verbal, I'm hurtful, to myself, in all worth, i'd murk me, but im not perfect.
Curses.
Even worse, is, Psy receiving word of any pursed lips, dispersed, is, first clips, a lurch, dips, the morgue, a Hearst, and then the dirt (hisss)
Came with a vendetta to never let up, and, set a precedent. Better get a Beretta, and, have the best of men, to, ever shed a bit of the lead, and, imbed it up in the chest, and, chin, I'ma test to simpletons, meant to rend the mental, then enter in...
Now,
I'm the droid in ya, boy, the "never coy", and, all these mongoloid, toys, I will destroy.
INTO THE VooOO-O-OOoiD!
Oi!
I'ma point the foible joints out (doink!).
Soiled doilies, to royalty.
