"I'm through with the pain, I threw it away, straining my brain, it's making me insane.. through with it, what you going do with it, you ain't got a clue, about this strange, dangerous living, paint your face like so many crazy women, like grains of sand, it refrains from swimming, arranged in place while you take fake shizz.. my bane is lame, no brakes will make you break like a flake to take a piss, speak like a freak that's been geeking for a week without nothing to eat, and you can't even take a shit.. this takes the cake like a bukkake bitch being erased and hated for some stupid biz, oh, I know who you go to, to do this fizz, bro, your choking on your hope, smoking on your bong, hoping there's nothing wrong with your dope, messing up your spokes, soft spoken, choking folks cause your so damn broke.. but nope, that's not me, boss is greed, a loss will cost you three, bought hot, softly, that costs me an awfully lot more than the hot chocolate that you brought to me, this fantasy I'm living in.. this damaged ass land that you've been given, I swallow it whole, don't mess with chewing, so damn bold, that I got the best thoughts brewing, I'm cold, colder than an iceberg, absurd and disturbed, making you perturbed, my stomach turns, when you don't listen to my words.. word."
