whats with all the unacceptable unacceptance i see trending it never ending and its always sending of an apprentice of craft and penmanship pending as i let the days go by no stressing waiting for the ending its slef taught lessons they wonder if anyones home messing sometimes im spending time alone but inside this gaff im just mending thier is no sound no big bright lights no pressure pretending no alternative ending just darkness and me and myself and i Im assending i know it sounds tempting looking for the temptress you got to go the best and the bush with my mush not to mention my successful success hush not a sound now ls it worth the process of words on a page maybe i should go back to being all that i could fxxxk humanity i go hide back in the woods and form an little army of assassin's in hoods i still try to be good but the rival is thier hiding amoungst the grass and greenerie of the woods bulletholes as impossible practice lyrics with parasistic attactment to your body while your begin to go insainse and you start delaying laying down ready for decaying deffo not smelling like bacon yo mate this aint plain sailing waiting for the next contestent like a vampire your find me at salums lot transforming and changing deformed crying to satan while the hell are you man hating im looking in the mirror for signs of a changed man but all i see is a freak with ripped jeans real skinny and wearing only a wasteband beard outgrown from the years gone mad forgot about the time he had a family and mum and dad now lives in the attact of his neighbors flat looking for ways to give her a little tap get it squikeing like a tap and pinpoint it straight to a verious location located on my app map trap yo bro thats just a rap creepy motherfxxxer you cant handle that born to be a wronging so dont and try and change me back im placid with a darkside nice white skinny c**t that likes to rap f**k all the hate im a s**bag wearing a wristtag for stealing your mothers car and f***ed her in it while wearing a do rag oh you lucks out too bad no wounder you man are mad yo back to the verse where we talk about the fact that you cant erase my music from my soul im the gift the can definitely roller wrap hold me up as a present something your misses can unwrapped for this Christmas il promise she cum back to my place and we can give it a go and a crack while shes laid on her back