starstruck

Im mentally ill from frannyville I need blood to spill because it feeds my need for thrills im off my pills I'll kill at will leaving your head in a window the debt collector sent phil and will to collect on my unpaid bills but I took my hatchet and split their heads into fountains then with my skills i reattached it with a ratchet and patched it im not a stan im a man with multiple facets and a plan fuck the klan and any biggot fucks with hateful plans and demands ive said it many times that my rhymes i supply are above and beyond the stars fuck being sub par I'm a future star you're starstruck you want the world to know who you are don't let me catch you standing still because I'm a killer of skill now im running from the law It's not the first time nor will it be the last my present and future abruptly become my past I feel the world closing in fast Will the shit pass or am I history I'm sick of living a mystery