I sent Helen a letter that she'll be dead by December,
"She can't read!" She better learn or I'ma repeatedly offend her,
I go burn down those haybales with Tyler, The Creator,
Turns out I have my own hatemail, time to pile up my own anger.
I'm mentally disturbed, peturbed by visual anarchy,
I might just flip you the bird and have kids with Casey Anthony,
Where's humanity, I split you up like mince meat,
Add some salt and curry and send it off to Vince Lee,
I'm not insane at all, I just find this so much fun,
I'll just make you bawl, I'm the type to smoke a fuckin' gun,
I'm dumb enough to go and rap smiling so violently,
Now I've got to deal with stupid assholes like Bill fuckin' O'Reilly,
I've lost sanity while back at the age of twelve,
Hell I felt at that time my mind was a jail,
I'm done with this rap, and no it isn't horrorcore,
And comes missed distraction, I'm now drinking Chloroform.
Something I wrote at 4AM lol. viewtopic.php?f=24&t=126943