Give it to the fiends
They pipe yelpin
Mics melting
In my hands
Like ice pellets
I write hellish
I don't even write
Well, it's like
My hand reads blind like, Helen
No pie selling
If it's psychedelic I sell it
A slight felon
I'll stab you with a kitchen knife
And open your face like the visor
On a knight's helmet
Mirror's catch my purple drippin eye-jelly like Welch's
Headaches and wrist restraints
Rockin a ripped chain
I shoot dope into my dick vein
Nod off under the bridge train
I'm in the vet pharm'
After cassettes spark
I'll cut the heart out
Eat it
Represent art
I'm alive
Like fresh tracks that look like pregnant belly stretch marks
I know I look like a freak
Bummy threads
Cats laughin like somethin funny said
I don't push bundles or crack bunny eggs
I'm at my shows selling acid tabs
To white kids with honey dreads
Only come out when the sun is set
"That's why sometimes I feel like a vampire"
I think that's what Bundy said
I'll open your stomach up
Spillin out guts
Looking like sausage links and humus spread
Under stress?
An insomniac?
I can't fucking rest
My eyes are two black holes
That's not from puffing meth
My blunts is wet
Chewin on mushrooms before cyphers
Munching stems
I look at your human fur
I wanna punch in dents
I'm done with pumping lead
Sawed off from a distance
Hit your car
It only punched in dents
I'm a legend to some
One verse, six months of rent

(Your majesty, this is a magic suit. Naturally, since you are very wise and intelligent, you can see how beautiful it is. But to a fool...) [an excerpt from The Emperor's New Clothes]