Catch me in the stall scribblin’ phallic graffiti My rhymes designed to pleasure like the goddess Aphrodite My style proves most vile in the presence of a cracker Cause the white man is invasive and a cultural attacker Generation Y is fucking knee deep in the static Consume vomit content EVERYDAY like automatic 300 images a second set your eyes on fire While you let that cat gang sound take you higher AND higher In that cold dark world we never prepared for The information generation with education to be paid for Trade in your attention spans In favor of a nos can and smartphone in the other hand Just a millennial man we’re the dead generation Send me your nudes Bluetooth via the playstation Snapchat you a pic of my fist like SHUT UP Go blog about it, bitch, your whine fills up my cup Breakless like a kid in Vietnam making nikes Exploring your psyche, you just can’t fight me I’ve devised these lines to wet the appetitey They jab your body with the left and then hook the righty Relentless progression lyricism borders on obsession Hear my confession it’s the lesson that I’m stressin’ Take 2 pills of vitamin D for seasonal depression And feel the pressure lessen, my brethren

The Fucked up shit is what I’m kickin ever sence I nearly sent my womb to her tomb in a deadly incident Nineteen years later killin fools like Brothers Vincent Obscene sippin’ lean here’s your chance to repent I’m the nightcrawler been the wizardly installer Of madness and hysteria ever since I was a toddler The broken bottler, lemme open up ya jugular vein The boy bizarre battlin’ baddies in the backwoods of maine I hear voices, and they tell me to make choices questionable unmentionable like blowing up rolls royces of any honkey who steps and proves inept bumpin’ carly ray jep on my way to the spot to buy a billion grams of pot all my foes you thought were hot have been left behind to rot The Intangible tangerine-tangy terrorist type The rhyme projector in your sector building up hype Call you on skype, just to flash you my ass Runnin thru your class fast with no friggin hall pass “this kid’s style ill” your teacher might remark But the time she chimes in I’ll have escaped into the dark My rhymes reverse time a little bit like robitussin So sit the fuck back shut your mouth and quit your fussin I know your lustin for my lovely looneybin words put up your feet & check the beat cause sealab’s absurd once the trip sets in you might feel a little scurred but just relax and ride the flow don’t be such a nerd

It’s almost like a goal of mine to wake up in the pm Hating myself for what I drink and what I smoke per diem Everyday I seem to further my regiment of self-destruction Pretty soon I’ll lose all ability to function in society I need sobriety But the grass keeps screaming from my dealer “please buy me!” I’ve got clouds in my dome, through the wasteland I roam Lost in the buzz just tryina get back home No pride or promise just regrets and I’m upset By my decision to keep living like an amputee vet Drinking all my days away, talking bout the good old days Building up bionicles without a single bill to pay Nostalgia feeling so appealing everyday revealing All my flaws dig like claws my brain is going through the ceiling A cold shower stealing all the demons from my blood Walking dead the next morning feeling like a fucking dud ~ My mind overflows onto pages in rows Thinkin there’s less stupid shit to do than call women hos I’m the guy often been found to lay it down with his sound Inbound cracker trap rappers pound your heads into the ground I’m fucking nuts, guy. Try to match me and die I’m just an empty-threat maker with my head in the sky The verbal bombastic leaves you spastic like problematic magic can’t stand to view the tragic, put my head in the sand eating maggots I’m in the attic feeling static modern cave man with the progressive scan rap jams like a cul-de-sac scam take your quarter to the arcade next level sit and revel welcome to the panty raid this is the real shit this is the next step you think your lines are sick? mine got motherfuckin strep sorry

Waking up at 5pm every day is hell “gotta get your shit together” my parents tell me, well, Perhaps I’m not a human or a person at all just a couple trillion atoms stacked 5’8” tall metabolize, move, breath, drink and eat to function every event in the past provides my future compunction should quit smoking so much, must be my malfunction every consequence will someday come to the same junction that sad bastard sitting on the tracks? Let’s see there’s about seven billion humans sitting there with me waiting for the mach ten murdertrain to barrel thru our problems, quickly now deliver us from peril I feel sterile, upset and a mess But this music is my savior and I make progress slowly as I pummel through the jungles of concrete my intention is to break convention not to mention this beat is lovely, so I guess it wasn’t bad when both momma and stepmomma got divorced from my dad and I’m not a meth baby, my water’s clean to drink I’ve never known true hunger, and I’ve got a mind to think What’s the problem? Some days I feel like a fucked up little kid In a set of circumstances caused by nothing that I did But then my brain reminds me “yo, you know that’s not true And the person in control of all this bullshit is you” So meet me down at Boynton’s market and wear your shit-kickers some papers and a bic, arizona and a snickers Hang out under the bridge, perform a little sacrilege And someday we’ll look back and laugh up all the shit we did special thanks to radvillain Sealab 2012 stre cat C@ Cat daddy Phat cat And Kitten Catgang for life you can kill me but you can't kill the Will of Fire