The Zen state of mind, is a pet hate of mine,
cuz it feels like when I fret, I pen greater rhymes.
I'm a sensei, yet I struggle to eat because it's rent day,
I got that hunger to lead yet highly strung from fatigue
as I shuffle my feet thru the scum on the street,
stunning a priest with a taser, carving 666 in his chest to summon the beast,
I feel it coming; unleashed from the fear in my stomach,
unease dissapears as I plummet
to the depths of hell where the peasants dwell,
unpleasant smells lingering, souls mingling in depression's cells.
First impressions sell, the thirst in the back of my throat makes my voice crack, and I croak
...as death stands poised; black, in a cloak...I'm a baby in a pram and I want my toys back
...sniffing coke off my boy's sack...just a joke...to make up for what my ploy lacks.
Shit's pristine, I love capes and molesting whores, jack..
as I shift between enough shapes to test a Rorshach
I think I've been in this mess before, the sin, the infected core
full of freshly tore wounds, eating the flesh of four goons, domestic lore looms,
I'm a legend in my hometown and it's pleasant but I'm zoned out,
reflecting on the sewn doubt in the back of my mind so I'm stressing as I hone clout.
Picturing unicorns...fuckin' stupid horns, fuckin' internet laggin' when I'm tryna view this porn,
just came all over my dinner, fuckin' ruined corn...fuckin' moving on.
Fuck it, maybe I should use bigger words? insert a 'nigga'? Curse?
maybe then this shit'd work, stfu I'm taking a shit at work,
and I'm a little irked cuz the kid's disturbed by the fag in the next shitter...
'Is your ass doing tricks mister?
I haven't heard an anus make a sound like that since I raped my kid sister,
you're producing more wind than 6 twisters,
you better use wet wipes on your ass, I hope that shit blisters'.
I'm not even at work, not even doing a turd,
I'm just letting the rap spurt and I'm just fooling with words,
being so cool is a curse it takes a bit of getting used to at first,
go look up Miley Cyrus's boobs on youtube, they're pert.
I'm kinda bored now, gonna find a whorehouse
with four brown sluts and leave them bitches worn out,
if you think I meant I'ma give 'em dick, nah I meant with mental arithmetic...
two guys + 1 gifted chick = fun, and if it's quick then we can cuddle and watch Nickelodeon,
you thought I had one trick, aww shit the pony wins.
See this space? watch it, my only sin is lack of giving enough of a fuck to hold this pen,
but when I do I can ruffle 'em, cuz when I come home again
I'm honing in on these phony trends, tryna close me in,
blow me, you're about to see the homie win,
I extort lonely men and whore them out on corners for 40 pence.
@Kayge ...is this better? lol