Wretched prince, wingless witch king seraphim
Watch him fall featherless
String along death sentences
Opium dens, pens and pins
Pro death, headless chick's heads on sticks
Set up tents and trip
I'm the rogue elephant, decrepit's tips
Left in a rented crib, I'm senseless
Special Olympics, demented gold medalist
Offend a bitch, honk like a donkey, violate vaginal entrances
I left clubs covered in piss and estrogen
I'll serial kill entire beach resorts and drop from exhaustion and finish the rest off on my second wind
On my head's pretension
Octopus Kabbalah circulate syringe drenched in spliffs
Moons on my forearm's defensive width
Fingernail cuticle skin fiber particle evidence
Electric psychedelia convulse the eyelids, I own the primus
Light-bulbs explode proprius, ultra-violet, technicolor soak the Irish
Expose omens, acidic ocean pilot, rock the occults
Supercoven, ultra virus, promoting violence of the devil's work, flow soaked in a sulfur hybrid
Earth worm vessel with mineral guts and motion sighted
This freak like Caligula diggin' the clam bed excretion's, engulfed the hymen
Yo, tormented indie icon
Once the mic's on my mouth's a suspicious package in a post office containing a pipe bomb
Extraordinary failure song writer hung up in the studio with nylon
Text book druggy, discharged plan for rehab, staff kept my room light on
M15A4 .22, or my light carbine with the sights on
Super start them in Saigon
I sleight pop starlits, every target taken out it's another stripe sliced on my right arm
I kill Krylon Spring by-products and cover it to speet easy glamour, heads infested by lice farms
I'll start the human genocide, let the flies swarm
Car battery designed heart
Air sacs dangled behind chest plate through alkaline charge
Veteran, skin them and hang the venison
Spin a fence of effortless, descend it in intensive care, dead for 64 seconds, falling down a precipice
To the medics, electric paddle suck me back up, I sat up, pulled out the tube, suffered to the bathroom and sniffed the rest of the heroin
Slithered out the den, venomous
Entered the game late, hated and friendshipless
In it for ventilation of payment depression, fuck the rhyme fellowship
I'm bellowing like the Sicilian iron bull, a G.I. lost it in 'nam jungle's, pulling hides off yellow skip's