Just did this last night messin around in work. It's not finished yet, and as you can see I didn't fuss about with the structure too much, but thought I'd post it anyway see what ye think. I know it's fucked up, but this is the shit that I always end up doing, I must be a psycho or somethin.
If it's written shit, I`m a physicist, I`m a rediculous lyricist,
Kinda meticulous slittin wrists with a wire-snips 'n scissors kit,
My little sisters sick 'cos I swift dig her with my disfigured dick,
And then when she's gittin' kip I strip her knicks and lick her clit
I gripped her tit and bit her nip until I ripped skin and blistered it
Then I kissed her lips as my fingertips poked and picked her shit,
I`m the sickest prick you ever met, I awake and can't remember sex
MY pants 'n bed are wrecked, bloodstained from the black 'n decker set,
It's like the Manson member sect broke in and began ta sever necks
My skank dismembered ex lies in the bed splashed with red effects,
I go blank if ever vexed and no tellin who'll crack my temper next,
A bitch with vast 'n tender breasts or a teller at the banks treasure chest?
A nurse who lacks tenderness or a friend that acts treacherous?
I can never guess, My heads a mess, it's calibration is on-da-slide,
My imagination is optimised for plannin and activation of homicide,
Trappin'-asian ass hottie-types to feed my fascination with body-size,
My rack is ancient it modifies, their eyes glancin'-facin' it horrifed,
Last calculations are quantified and they're strapped-placed-in it strongly-tied