i wanna facefuck a scientologist (what?!)
i mean the bible's science fiction with a whisper of common sense
if this choreographed panic attack isn't on beat then
when played backwards it's death threats for alan greenspan
dirty syringes in the wingspan kill 'em with hugs
pin the scalp on the scalped while he's freestyling blood
one-punch meth pinata odds you're full of drugs
these are not punchlines i am fishing for lungs
call it black magic eugenics or disciplined burning
or sysphus laughs when i bitch about pushing thirty
early bird to worm altruism isn't alpha-like
so when this crown writes sounds like i think i'm albert pike
and worth my weight in unread books
spook at the bar nursing maker's and bedlam
jetsam the left hand sacrificial offering
for mutual stalking daydreams of shannyn sossamon
through missed calls from il. "did you finish that verse yet?"
nope my catalog's full of promising first steps
worm heart quintet in a brown shark playpen
top tier weird outsourcing the spartan phalanx
i'd love to sharpen my knuckles on the face of a date rapist
while survivors take bets on how many places his jaw breaks in
(seven!) gil, i don't know what the fuck happened
i wrote this on the hollowed skull of a luck dragon
in pigeon shit i juggernaut through whiskey sips
and pop violence screaming team edward scissorkicks
pistol whip rahm or obama coin flip tells
the other's getting AIDS, oxytocin and stem cells
starter kit for a nobel prize-winning hope fetish
while i fuck sasha grey's shadow bow-legged
sasha, i just wanna be friends.
