Psychotic

Im a psycotic, Like Bruce Banner, Rippin through you like a loose cannon, On the verge of creating a new Brandon, Smokin on some shit, Louder than two planes landin, Dont think that this beats, Gonna be the only thing, That you got to keep yourself standin, Girls want this dick, But cant decide, Which hand to man it, You fuck with me, Thats like takin my life for randsom, C'mere Lil pussy, Let me show you what its like, When you combine a demonic dragon with Nickalodean's, Danny Phantom, While im comin' atchu', Like the seaman that hit you in the face, When you were starving from catfood, Now im loadin up my balls, So i can launch an army of deadly sperm at you, Shits so acid-like, You end up lookin like, Freddy Krugar after Micheal Myers came up, and sizzor lashed you, While Jason Voorhees watches from the bathroom, And Chucky ends up, Attached to your back, Like a vaccuum, Long enough for Jeepers Creepers to reach you, And spit back shit, That the High Preist couldn't exercise to cast you, out.  So your losin control, Like Santa Clause, When the Easter Bunny attacks with eggs that, Beep and explode, You seek for answers, But this dictionarys all i got left, Like im breathin cancer, Right before i end up, Hangin myself by my head, Im out of vowels, This Hangmans got me hangin from a thread, Like your problems do, When you meet a hoe, Thats dressed like a prostitute, In the back of the bar, So you go across the room, To see what shes like before you toss this Poo, Or should i say shit, Fuck, Damn, These bars i spit, Are what got you confined, Right after my guitar just quit, Because i broke the strings, Like Pinocchio, When Disney characters start to sing, So I wrote this flow, For the sake of wrapping this mic up, Before i blast these syllables, Like a comicozi on this mic of dust, When my match meets this mistletoe, right before i blow, like an assult rifle, that just ran out of ammo.