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