Sinister Thoughts.

Fuck sitting at this table

I’d rather take a ladle and drizzle hot oil on a baby in a cradle

I’d rather take a maillot and smash people like hatchet

sever you main veins, crack open your skull and make an omelet with your brain

Ill cook it sunny side up, take your intestines an rip em’ up

Cut off your head and watch you run rampant, then let your limbs bask in your own lactic acid

I’d rather take ball with metal spikes, and spike your balls while you sleep at night

I’ll start up a fight in a kidding tone, slice open your kidney stone

and watch you piss blood till you drown in your own suds

I’d rather spike your punch, let you drink till you get a buzz

and trick you into thinking my feces is chocolate fudge

after you eat my sludge, I’ll rub your skin with barbed wire

stretch you limb from limb like Dhalsim from street fighter

I’d rather stab you to death with a highlighter, remove your tung with a pair of pliers

and use it cause’ I ran out of paper in my type writer

I’d rather bathe you in butter and let you tan in the summer

watch your skin bubble and blister then force you into a game of naked twister

fist your anal sphincter, and suffocate you with mink fur

god please save me, someone go call the minister

the devils infiltrated my brain and turned me sinister.

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Maybe I haven’t had enough.

You gotta’ see this.

I’m Pillmatic

I think I’ve had enough.

Stop killing music.

Addicted.

I’m a mother fucking addict

new CD? I gotta have it.

I get mashed and stoned, one hit from my head phones

the dose of multi-tone it leaves my brain blown

my collection keeps growing

as long as the money keeps flowing

yeah I’m going to my dealer

Music World or HMV, yeah which ever place is nearer

when I enter I’m eager, so I hand them the loot

they give me what I want, can’t wait to go home and shoot

the auditory rush leaves me mesmerized and crushed

its not that I really want that CD, to get the CD’s a must

love, lust or a crush

you can call it what you want to

my tolerance is so high, the good shit is the only shit I respond to

you can call me a bass head

love it so much I can taste it

so plug me in right now and start the track so that I can get wasted

No PCP but I’m Taking the E.

Youthness.

Study hard to get that day job

If your lucky you’ll get laid off

forget having relations, fuck the he say she say

you’ll never amount to shit if you no habla engle

so pull them all nighters, stay away from smokes and lighters

fuck fly clothing textbooks is much tighter

forget having fun, matter-a-fact fuck all your desiers

nobody likes personality its wisdom they admire

never mind recreation just work to you retire

now your old and gray and can’t get freaky in the hay

now you lost your youth

your like a belt without a buckle

and you can’t reproduce like homosexual couples

now your 65 and your living the dream?

but you never toked that weed or dated Cathleen

you never partied hard or stole your parents car

and your realizing how disappointed you are

your parents are living proof, love life and live your youth

you live once y’all and thats the truth.

Man I Promise, I’m so self conscious.

We buy a lot of clothes but we don’t really need em’, things we buy to cover up whats inside.

Dark Side Of The Moon.

Write Off.

Amplify to the masses with decibel sound clashes

carry the weight of the world on my wonderful rap chassis

I was told currency is currently what we’re revolving

we need to keep evolving to deter us from disolving

as the globe continues to rotate on its orbit

morbid thoughts become more vivid in lifestyles we live in

I’ll never give in or tap the submission of propaganda

instead I retaliate with a razor sharp rap stanza

The mind is a weapon of mass destruction

I choose to use it and detonate

they use it as dead weight

my thoughts have been extracted from my mind like a turpentine

excuse me while I spray my state of mind like a pesticide.