Apathy

Act chaotically, an eruption incarnation

Catastrophically bottleneck the population

Often toxically, graphic logic inclination

And demonically leave them all in trepidations

Appalling alcoholic is the chronic diagnosis

With a bitter liver function, in a state of catatosis

An acid licking schizophrenic, mixing red elixirs

While he’s sipping on his fixer, popping pills and bloody blisters

Fumigating crazies, keep consistent as a loner

Hallucinating lately, but accumulate composure

Ruminate on spacetime and how he can escape this

Chewing on the bones of the monster in his basement

A little too abrasive, abruptly give abrasions

Rapping into action, always begging acclamation

A sawed off shotty and a homemade hand grenade

Down my forty and then propel it at your face

Say sayonara to your life, a blade laced with cyanide

Display case of dynamite, I lay waste to firefights

If you manage to survive, a savage triple homicide

I’ll be by yo side with a bucket full of biocide

Feed it in your IV, until it makes your eyes bleed

And I’ll still reside free, the pigs’ll never find me

A life lead through the reticle of my rifle

A hitman for hire, life cycles I stifle

Denying survival, the bloodlust is primal

The frightful hide idle upon my arrival

Psychotic homicidal, words like live missiles

Skive skin off of nerds with my sickle

Feeling like the fifth wheel of a bicycle

Cycle by tricycle rappers while I’m smiling

Bash your head in with a violin

Violent instruments composing a mortal sin

I go home and relax while a pastor laughs

A cadence still ringing out loud in the aftermath

My thoughts are gummed up with bong residue

This is a lesson to lesser dudes bragging of millions

I’m on the WHO’s list as a deadly illness

And brilliance, sever necks with pleasure, too

While I hastily do the electric boogaloo

And I’m singing the blues, everybody I abuse

Leave your body on the news, stringed up in a noose

Dinged up with a bruise, ringed up with the booze

Tag on your toe, I’m King Tut with the Uzi

Leave you bleeding profusely, as I sit in the booth

Extracting reactions from redacted resources

Subtracting impacts that adapt to distortions

Attacking in packs, I’ll laugh while they’re bored stiff

Create four stiffs, leaving me and a porch step

Known for my naturally occurring catastrophes

Except, haphazardly, attempting a masterpiece

Relentless, I’m rapidly offending the dastardly

Pretending to care while I’m drowning in apathy

Sheepishly consenting to vanity

Circumvent obstacles depending on anarchy

Strung out on a sweet tooth and nicotine

Listerine, bleach, wax, crystal, and Mr. Clean

A nickel bag, mixed in with kerosene

Carelessly flare the scene and skip away merrily

Written villain-ridden riddles for a pittance, yo

Spitting with a mouthful of older women, so

Smashed fragment of skull with a hatchet in my head

Mass havoc is lulled when I go, go gadget slice their necks

Macabre music, used to tear red tape loose

Right off the bat, the pen swinging rap Babe Ruth

All I ever do is spit fly lyrics, plane truths

Had a voice to choose, I decided on the grave route