This is a song about "Manic"

Call me erratic hate, a static face with a manic taste,

They see me in that lavender tank, you'd rather just faint

If i give a fuck, it's probably from my dick

Manic, your inferior rhymes bring static/

Manic and panic, attack your lack of attachment/

Then they'll play with mario brothers when it was duck hunt

Shards, everything is just a house of manic cards.

Fuck pigs, fuck guards, all some fucking retards

As i, fall deeper into a manic state

You're in the kitchen trying to fix us a hot plate

Manic candidate for a different planet

I'll roundhouse you into a fucking basket

Metaphors in every color, these indelible bars

Killing till they're real rap people at the top instead manic flops

Bipolar, i'm manic

No bullshit, i'm mike with the mic