If I could hunt in my heart, be the marksmen and kill any of my parts I would just wait in the dark and lock the target on my ego. I’m hunting for my ego I’m taking on my ego cause I blame it on my ego.

I went hunting last night.
Fatigued and humble robed, long range rifle pressed against my shoulder and a fucking Hubble scope.
I’m killing anything that’s in here and need a deadens see,
cause last night I swear my ego tried to put an end to me.
I brought fame as bait, I placed it in the field where I plant my dreams,
to grow and await ghosts that play games with my life to pull up in their limousines.
They are stars in my persona, celebrities in my seams
the darkest parts of my process much like the itch to fiends.

I have a shopping list of heads I wanna bleed, eat and bury where the coffin be.
I wanna body my ego and my misogyny, my image and my hypocrisy ,
tonight there ain’t no stopping me,
see they already did too much to just come fix it with apologies
and I must admit I’m scared shitless to hunt the parts inside of me I fear inside my heart
and I’m just noticing how dark it gets in here
but never mind I am focused piece is loaded keep the plan,
If I don’t blow this I might have some hope of being a decent man…
from my hiding spot I just repeat my chant,
"Here I am, If I could hunt in my heart, be the marksmen and kill any of my parts
I would just wait in the dark and lock the target on my ego.
I’m hunting for my ego I’m taking on my ego cause I blame it on my ego."

So from my darkest parts comes misogyny first,
he walks like a pimp, chin up, dick in hand, one leg short gives him his limp,
he spots fame in the field, to him this means hoes,
I see the thoughts of getting pussy creeping right up in his nose,
puts his temple in the crosshairs  but before then, before I got him centered,
I hear someone else coming so I wait in the dark, to see who enters.