batman
i stand before you a mere shadow of what used to be a man reduced to a resident of Neverland but, i asked for this now i want my childhood to return no weed or cigs to burn nothing but play time yet i slay rymes and forget your crimes infantile attention span and an afinity for pointing out all the sins i see. all is new to me everyday is the first onei continue to break through my suspissions of what's true when all is false nothing's the opposite of lies it's whit the dogs i lie and awoken by flea bites and i'm broken and feel spitei'm chokin' on insight i'm strokin what isn't right strokin off i'm jerkin off the impossible and i'm wishin for things that're highly implossiblepraying for the peace that's brought on by what zombies kill hopin for this heart to be filled with more than blood and cholesterol keepin fingers crossed till the day the molesters fallholdin out a hope for hellto finnally be quenched of and people will cease all their evil doings and thins that ruin thier chances for a shot at god's kingdom but more importantly for them to do it because it's the best to doand the rest of you that know not to do wrong i ask you to sing this song just hum along just stop buying from billabong stop supporting sweat shops stop twisting dreadlocksstop relying on dead thoughts and it's bigger than a bread box it's smaller than satisfaction only a fraction of the size of my actionit's the falseness of lucifur and the opposite of who you are so get scarred be afraid of what's underneithyour bed and the monster in the closetthe fear that's nown to cause shit and your shittin your pants you're addmittin' these rantsring true and holdin together what these strings do they're just sewn through they're stitching up my chest cavity and my heart falls out with the best gravity the mess grabbin me and hold me down and i see my blood pump lying cold on the ground and ground up and water is filterd through taste almost like coffe brewed to keep me awake and give my a break this simily has lost it's validity but it's grippin me and as i sip thtea the tastes like sanity i feel the need to see where my body will RIP it'll rest in peices unless we find what the recipe says and with any luck at all it'll make me into the tool to spark the revolution re-start the evolution of you sad and stagnent humans only the strong will survive when the less than alive find it's there time to thriveor maybe you will derive tha i'm full of shit only writin these rymes for an opportunity to swap spit enguage in fluidic transfer with a tan her the female of the speices a girl with soul that's made of more than fecesi found a prosthesissomething to fill the hollow chest and accompany my beath with the beat that used to eminate from my breast my new orgin is a little high tech wonderin' who's gonna die next who's gonna lie next and the next line in the fly text i'm not best but i'm in the top 10 percent and i promise to circumvent all the devils that you sence by their fragrence and and refusal to repentbut i digress to the point i made previous about how my new heart beat impressed all the onlookersstanding in circular formation gathering information on my lyrical masturbationyour dick grayson to my bruce wayne feel the noose bainr as i tighten your neck tie and choke you out now you know the joker's about and in disguise and as these thoughts you surmise with this look of surprise still flashing in your eyesi realize that i'm the lord of the flies i'm the devil incarnate born to hate and this reality's a hard state and my heart breaks, damn i just got it replaced and pavement to face me and the sidewalk embrace and i can finally leave this place.
i stand before you a mere shadow of what used to be a man reduced to a resident of Neverland but, i asked for this now i want my childhood to return no weed or cigs to burn nothing but play time yet i slay rymes and forget your crimes infantile attention span and an afinity for pointing out all the sins i see. all is new to me everyday is the first onei continue to break through my suspissions of what's true when all is false nothing's the opposite of lies it's whit the dogs i lie and awoken by flea bites and i'm broken and feel spitei'm chokin' on insight i'm strokin what isn't right strokin off i'm jerkin off the impossible and i'm wishin for things that're highly implossiblepraying for the peace that's brought on by what zombies kill hopin for this heart to be filled with more than blood and cholesterol keepin fingers crossed till the day the molesters fallholdin out a hope for hellto finnally be quenched of and people will cease all their evil doings and thins that ruin thier chances for a shot at god's kingdom but more importantly for them to do it because it's the best to doand the rest of you that know not to do wrong i ask you to sing this song just hum along just stop buying from billabong stop supporting sweat shops stop twisting dreadlocksstop relying on dead thoughts and it's bigger than a bread box it's smaller than satisfaction only a fraction of the size of my actionit's the falseness of lucifur and the opposite of who you are so get scarred be afraid of what's underneithyour bed and the monster in the closetthe fear that's nown to cause shit and your shittin your pants you're addmittin' these rantsring true and holdin together what these strings do they're just sewn through they're stitching up my chest cavity and my heart falls out with the best gravity the mess grabbin me and hold me down and i see my blood pump lying cold on the ground and ground up and water is filterd through taste almost like coffe brewed to keep me awake and give my a break this simily has lost it's validity but it's grippin me and as i sip thtea the tastes like sanity i feel the need to see where my body will RIP it'll rest in peices unless we find what the recipe says and with any luck at all it'll make me into the tool to spark the revolution re-start the evolution of you sad and stagnent humans only the strong will survive when the less than alive find it's there time to thriveor maybe you will derive tha i'm full of shit only writin these rymes for an opportunity to swap spit enguage in fluidic transfer with a tan her the female of the speices a girl with soul that's made of more than fecesi found a prosthesissomething to fill the hollow chest and accompany my beath with the beat that used to eminate from my breast my new orgin is a little high tech wonderin' who's gonna die next who's gonna lie next and the next line in the fly text i'm not best but i'm in the top 10 percent and i promise to circumvent all the devils that you sence by their fragrence and and refusal to repentbut i digress to the point i made previous about how my new heart beat impressed all the onlookersstanding in circular formation gathering information on my lyrical masturbationyour dick grayson to my bruce wayne feel the noose bainr as i tighten your neck tie and choke you out now you know the joker's about and in disguise and as these thoughts you surmise with this look of surprise still flashing in your eyesi realize that i'm the lord of the flies i'm the devil incarnate born to hate and this reality's a hard state and my heart breaks, damn i just got it replaced and pavement to face me and the sidewalk embrace and i can finally leave this place.