This shit is making me blind Meaning I’m squinting a line Into my vision so fine My artwork division of time Making a fissure arise in yo mind Inside my head I’m a mime Dancing with words I just rhyme Turn on a dime Call me the seeker of pine Don’t sip on lean I get high Administer of the pain just finished huffin the paint And muffler fumes like it was nothin because it ain’t Admonishing stares He glares Making the hairs All on the back of ya neck stand like Dracula, yep Spectacular rep He’s a tarantula, gargantuan Yeah Angela so I command you to start dancin, part Manson, part Hannibal, part mechanical sharp throwing animal parts at scarlet Johansson