A Matter of Ego

[Superego, what's up?]

Just formulating the lineup,

[Wait what?]– You're the backup,

Mitigating the risk of your lyrics' write-up.

[You fucked-up prick, think flowers will hurt those critics?

Zero hour and you're working still in clinics with cynics?]

It's psychology, but I'd doubt you'd know the terminology,

Even regarding your own biology, clear you don't know CD,

Plus ADHD, easily makes you a mental absentee.

[You dopey? Cuz I got a line that can slice you like Brie.]

 

Violence, is never the answer,

A substance, multiplies like cancer,

A doctor's advice, to prevent ego's demise,

[How nice of you, what a pretty disguise,

To cover up your lies with metaphorical device,

Talk in riddle to dick-around, still didn't pick up the pistol.]

You're just a subliminal stimulus, try to be villainous,

But it's ridiculous cuz me and ego are limitless.

[Villainous?]– Yeah, I have incriminating images of your lyrics:

Tryna sabotage ego's reputation, make a demonstration with no evaluation.

 

[You're a coward, an empowered, jerk drowning in power,

While you cower, they get louder, so I start the counter,

But you're a downer, they watch you flounder, place bets on when you take a powder,

Say you're ego's router, sorry you're a fucking spouter.]

I let your soliloquy, into ego’s industry,

So I take responsibility when we disagree,

But I got the prefix ‘super’, suffix ‘ego’,

Makes moral reasoning, superhero,

You're immoral, a paranormal nothing,

And I’m something, bearer of suffering, maybe a gospel.

 

[Look, faggot, you still talk shit with me?

Grab your jacket, shoot ‘em bitch across the planet, hear the banshee,

She’s nasty so you might actually fancy her and be happy,

Make a family, you’re the daddy]— Shut— [Oh that make you angry?

Did you not want to verbally bind me, grind me to pieces

To open up a weakness? That’s obvious, Jesus.]

Talking about family? That’s low, Id.

[Abandoning your mask? You can finally grow, kid.]

I’m the hand of king, ask the past, so this I’m demanding:

Plan the revenge [Ha, you just scared to avenge ego]—

 

{Everyone,

Shut up.}