you know you wanna let out the outlets I caper beyond from linguistic lyrics 2 gutter stomp another nutter who was lost so they came across criss-crossed tossed into the face of this poor victim probably saw it all and was hospitalized again wall to wall but that's what they want they want, they all want you to suffer all the stress and pressure of problems in the attic, in order to weather the storm you've got a be tactical attacking backer against every judgement passed upon your demeanour and endeavours lasting a morning sunshine from dawn to dusk to deep darkness dramatic but now its time to wrap it, whatever you thought of, theb think again coz if you think you adhere to it, go ahead, and adhere some more when it drop bcos if im without the script prescribed by to us by most critical review critic's then I'm ripping it raw ripping it rough and ripping it hardcore left ripping it true ripping it with punchlines harder than iron formed by furnace face the volcanic molten lava as ya lay ya down its then i rip up the hymen and it splits the first part of my master plan now coming together with the blood red and thick down legs you bet I'm sick like Weet-Bix with Vegemite like sex at the hospital im zipping up bodybags andI'm a child of the corn cob fields where the reaper hides awaiting his time to speak out to the souls that are amid expanding across the creek shorelines anyway some souls he decidedly keeps but others he decides whether they want to survive against all odds in a futuristic moder-nity alongside the empty morals of motals who have near death experiences like me it has given me post traumatic stress disorder undiagnosed and rebounded beyond the captured cypher in acapella on the download but its a seedling siphened thru the cracks of darkness and blanketing bliss before that i was filled with solitude behind the screen a reason to be dead didnt worry me about that time but between me and him i guess i was in turmoil of tumultuous torturous times coz i was victimised like skeletons left on the porch doorstep for helloween but its keeping track of everything i dreamt upon which i guess is not like me to pickapart the rip of raps or rappers who aint used to my super hot fire lit stacks of cash and sparked by flint sticks of mini bics at that anyhow remember take drugs in red fuck hugs im dead keep thugs well fed and give them dank buds to the head why not spread the goddamn love u bet, betweet the bronx the ghetto bird doesn't get us worrisome cos were always camouflaged into crowds of people carrying suitcases and all together now with the Peace out mofuckas keep it 10 outta 10 outta 10 on the judgements and i wont have to lay a bounty on ya heads thatz it best bet it give the thugs a cone packed rim tip or a meth kick in the arse its just the same method the russians used to gain imperative to my sickness within use, now they is seeking partnership deeper than loneliness gives and gets.. misery loves company in the end now and again. thats all i wrote.