Dead wrong verse

[Ticalrecords]

hello i'm ad libing it/ my fucked up man, my name has "kill" in it/
its also funny i got a "I" in front of that/ aite i'll hold up, run it back/
got it good great- now add an "N" for nitrogen/ or negative cuz thats what the world loooks to me on these acid based hiker trips/ either way im getting higher/ never tired, no matter how many severed wires, in my head are swinging loose like tree tethered tires/ a hole in the middle ima jump through it, screw it - im clueless/ that the otherside has a better view of/ the grass growing over this young grave/ i hope you grow old my love - pale from a lack of sun's rays/ but alas, i know that ill be fucked and you'll get pregnant/ and one day they will pull you out of that womb-like exit, but this time she'll emerge nude in segments/ did you feel fervish for the fewest seconds?, any ways its sad cuz i have her phone right here, and the last call she missed was her mother... aww isnt that all clean and touching/ but a little part of me is grudging, the fact that i didnt make mother listen to her little daughter's screams and fussing/ i could have asked her how to control her better/ she's 17 years old, she aint too old for leather/ with your next kid maybe you can introduce the belt early/ cuz yo first one knelt early, she def aint used to feelin hell's fury/ / yo pause this shit .. and hold me a light/ cuz when i say "im dead wrong", i kno your hoping im right/


wrote it to the Dead Wrong Instrumental. feedback is much appreciated.
btw this serial killer shit aint my style, but i felt the need to switch it up