i preserve poems as patterns holding a lantern make way for the ghost of tomorrow its DPPHANTOM gunwaving my musical magnum gone in a flash it's what real artists do like scooby doo trying to catch the bad man the sad man wanted posters cant match my face to the image imaginery with a bag of broken ideas and pipe dream gimics I subtract the game and take out the digits but I feel so different there is something off with picture mister mister drink the poison from bottle labelled operation no hope but I keep my dreams loaded in my scope until you see me rapping this shit just happens to be included and insionlised and engraved with duck tape on my headstone tombstone diving off of buildings trying to fly straight at the same time wrapping around the sinical orginal insurgent sergen operates on your corpse of a cold holding lifeless frame chilling in the freezer a new age ice age what a way to waste a day just wait stream live set bait kill the bear traps hyperactive to the feather weights I crush everything in front of me with my pad and my pen rap battle me boy think again I am the master of time the farther of zen sending meatclever death blows when I moe down the hens need to restrain restrataigse and then try again cause pandemonium labyrinth of serpent tounged whiskey swinging they calling me either punk or the villain like Jack the ripper I'm still killing no point running when I start skinning rip your skin off your flesh refreshing to hear the sounds of the tear yes maniac with the lyrics music more addictive then practically practicing your bench press fucking sick of being this mess lay to rest the voices in my head while try to figure out what it means to be meaningless but at the same time sick of hearing about stress running on sort fuse with split ends spit facts so the trumpets come howling down and the gods deserve to descend into the Neverland neverend