fuck this fraud in my head, really wanted meak dead, fed into this illusion, now I'm diluted, craftin this blueprint to life, path of a true king, killin old me for errors of the way, jus strive for today, molded my cerebellum like clay, its a color thang but I see grey, the grave I dug I could lay, don't think its deep enough to contain, could point the finger in blame, but instead I put both middlez in the air, I'm jus fine dwellin in Satan's lair, know it can always get deeper, who knows I may be the reaper, death I know to well, flip anotha quarter in the well, ain't gonna make a wish, this life been real thick, defyin gravity in this chalice, mantis without need to prey, severin heads lettem roll, ain't gonna dwell in the kettle, some things I shouldn't mettle, life stingz, like flip-flops crafted out some nettles, temple in shambles, layin in this bed crafted of brambles, fuck it grab that hoe by the handles, buckin beast devouring sheep, meak still stand wit the weak, floatin on you chumps like I'm teak and u water, go on go on, off to the slaughter