I’m crazy. Feelin’ lazy, brains hazy. Glue says me. Like gettin’ in big trouble Patrick Swayze. Minds wired tight. Probably because I don’t fight Brad Pitt at night. If I did, I’d win. Black and blue. Police run me through. Don’t you dare escape cuz it’s court for you. I’m cleva but don’t pull that leva. You’ll drop down into a pit of whateva. Hit you in the beak, full of holes watch you leak. Send you down the hole of a sink. Write rhymes, whose got the time!? I dine but don’t open the wine, sprinkle a little thyme of the elbow of this line from the top rope as I jump below. You grow. Scared. Couldn’t beat me if you were double. Paired. These bars are your blunder, spit venom in your face as you wonder how fast I am. Blam. Crash. Boom, just triggered my zoom from three feet in the room. You must assume no relief is coming soon. Got me flex in’ my tale like the Last Dragon but time to space out like Carl Sagan. Rides feelin’ like silk but yourself on a carton of milk, worms in your head cuz you’re dead but I’ve seen your zombie friend Ted. Pump his guts full of lead cuz he lives in residence full of evil, never should have made a sequel. Mila has no equal. Final bar, hit a star, like pinball, earth girls are easily from Mars. Men are from Venus. Seen us so don’t whip out your penis. Believe us. We da meanest. I lied. Time to fire. Retire. Squad calls me sire. You’ll be pushing up daisies. Higher. Calling for the end. Begin the sound of a click, that’s a send. Bet you’re body’s gonna bend. Nobody gonna lend some help until you mend.