bus back filthy as a muskrat bumpin milli vanilli with the top back drunk at the wheele lookin like a hunchback dead bodies in the hatchback waiting on my big comeback load the weapon click clack send me to heaven touchback lonely as a labrat solitary as a lost soul got my life stuck in a pot hole keep playin like the lotto thats my motto ta life hot cold like being stabed by a knife trice blood movin down like a hitchhike to the brain dead thoughts like an air strick thats my business be a witness what youbthink i do this for my fitness heart attacks still skippin never slippin no kiddin steady grippin the heater rollin in a two seater 38 millimeter straight killin it in a wife beater while in an irate feelin i ofixiate my cellmate now hes deadweight shit now i got a headache in my madula oblongata hallelujah bleed out in a sauna at the Sahara whats it to ya? i feel like im stuck in the Truman show this illusion has me thinking im only human fuck that fighting back like a chicken with half his head cut off driven into magnificent rage gotta turn the page the nimblest ridiculous Nicholas leaven yall impotent every word I write is detailed down to the smallest increment people saying good job you did it Nick after im done with my testimonial ill be present at your manorial play you like a tutorial what a luminescent pictoral dressed in royal purple ill give you a nurple sabotage youre vehicle show up in camouflage strategical break your knees like pickles unloaded so many bullets my hands got blisters from pulling on the trigger your a lunatic just call me nick you saw me commit