(I'ts a smoke screen.. Double blot. Look you obviously don't know anything about intelligence work lady It's an X-K-Red-27 technique {a line from Otto West in A Fish Called Wanda})
(Prince Valium..{scratching})

Yeah yeah, mister negative. I'm the Zoloft smiley face. Paxil

Yo
I built a church and run it, teaching classes in it
Bars behind bars like writing raps in prison
I snap necks like pissed off ratchet bitches
Rap's religion
Strapped like masochism
Shit dope like I passed prescription
Anyone can catch a body but can they spend time laughing with it
I'm an Earth man, my head a planet
Hissing gaseous with gashes in it
I hate my life, I'll spit in your lunch, buzz off
I juggle plugged in ??
You punk's soft
Choke chicken heads get feathers plucked off
I'll pop like duck sauce
See me in the mic booth bugging, wiping the bugs off
You need a verse or a one off
Don't look at me, I'm looking for the highest building to jump off
I'll cremate you, you'll look like a pile of dump salt

From third person I two face
Slice halves on the right's left
Like two lefties facing each other with knives kept
Nine dead, mind read and burned like books spines under Third Reich wreck
This notebook my bitch's ex bitch
We just fucking fight friends
I fly heads like decapitated gold-diggers still rocking hoops and diamonds
Ax head connect the chest splashing fuchsia reds
I'm single and looking for a future ex
I'm in the club using X
Loser, losing friends
Keep killing my own fans I'm losing ends