Freestyle 1

Every morning from beginning to end all I see are words

Herds among herds of words like a flock of 10 thousand birds

Whether it be nouns, verbs, or adjectives

I'm bound to bending words the only way I stop is if I take another sedative

Everything I see turns into music sheets

I don't see things normally I'm not an average human being

And if we disagree I guarantee you'll find me keying and peeing on your car

then fleeing the scene disappearing in my smoke screen

I'm a lean mean obscene goddamn fighting machine

That's fucked up from huffing too much benzene hidden in my canteen

Maybe I'll reconvene with my former self through a time machine

Grab a submachine gun and go trigger happy on Halloween

Cause I'm keen and more twisted than dudes who join the mujahideen

You can take your jihad and shove it up your own gods rod

That goes for you too all you flaming flock of queens

Exclaiming about your partners inflaming ass that's always so unclean