Yeah, yeah I know, the structure completely blows but when I flow to myself it's perfect. I won't compromise my flow trying to fix the structure
Listen bitch this is some, sickening shit to git ya,
Pissing up ya kitchens and dippin'...in a, stinkin' river,
Little bit sinister, stick my fist up ya sissy sister's,
Fricking cliteris then slit her wrist with sixty clippers,
Git the scissors, pick the skin from them and I'll make arts and crafts,
Grab the flesh and give it kisses, dim the lights, it’s dark and black,
Stabbing breasts and hitting bitches with the biggest, sharpest axe,
Packing heads, I knit their stitches, where the fuck’s the carcass at?,
Walking around, lost in the town, I stare at a barely open door,
Black hoody in place, it’s just about to get very deadly, hopeless, raw,
Wield my steady rope and saw, I’m spinning, already doped and lost,
i take some steps and go across; suddenly I’m treading over bras,
My vision clears and I slowly spot, coke, pot and a sweaty smoked up broad,
I flick the lights off and whoa it’s dark, all she says is oh my god,
I’m hyped and happy but you fight and scratch me, girl let me hold ya claws,
I'ma tie you up and dismember you from... hat to head to toe to sock,
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Now, where to begin, fuck it, I'll shave ya hair at the end, loving,
How, you swear at me when, rubbing, your ass bare in the skin, what bitch?,
Goddamn! who's at the door, I'm about to enduce in a war and shoot up a storm,
Shut up!, your cheek looks fine I was only using a fork, now suit up you whore,
Your vains, I'm licking them, they glistening just like a crimson diamond,
Brain is rippin in' and shivering cause baby when you cryin',
I break to smitherings, I'm sick within, I simply git to dyin',
But, when you scream, my sins are clean, I'm in a dream, my wings are flyin'
I'm foul, I'm mentally unstable, I'm psychologically a mess,
And while you think this is a fable, come try and bother me and rest,
In pieces, I'm a beast, c'mon release some laughter, this is funny ain't it?,
I'm buzzed and wasted, I leave you alone for a minute and something's baking?,
Your skin feels like rugged paper, where you recieve these cuts and scrapes from,
Smells like smoke, is hell that close?, heat waves pushing like shoves by Satan,
Your arm is chewed, torn and red, like you got bombed by two hordes of jets,
Why harm your smooth, gorgeous flesh? Ha! you haven't gone thru cruel torture yet...
YES... this is somewhat Eminem-ish
