Now let me tell you a story about a little-kid
That never gave a shit about all the things he did
he was trapped in the mind state of feeling calm
a pleasant disposition flipped with the mission to peel-your-arm
he felt like he was trapped inside his own- body
he was so crazy and never knew no-body
an evil mind-sate that would increase the crime-rate
can you define hate?
of cousre you can't ITS MY-HATE
now I don't wanna hurt no buddy so u better run it hotty
coz I’m feelin naughty n nauseous enough to steal your body
and use it as a pin cushion
and that's my mission, intuition, my occupation to rock your place then
mock you face and watch you face plant
i'm always placed in these situ-ations where I need to hide you
I appear invisible but i'm right behind you
i feel inclined to drive this sign-through your face and ignite-you
hide the evidence and disappear in the night cycle before the light blooms
just a little verse i wrote.
What do ya guys think? I'm going to record it too.