If i could emerge as the real me, a sick sadistic enemy,
An emcee with dreams of hysterectomies an vasectomies...
Id fester like bees when teased, an carve out knees wit house keys.
Id bleed out sheep ta hear em bleat, while farmers plead "please let em be!!"
No sympathy from me so hear my sinister scream let gleem
a beam of dark greed off the arc'd beams of the barn ceiling.
Mark the scene with caution posts, in the middle..an esophagus exposed.
Lay a straw hat next to the fallen pro, whose sollum woes we'll never know.
Ill step toe o'er toe down the stoned road to the next awaiting stain..
Find a lonely homie at home-he catches me through the window pain
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Im ceaseless so smash the glass ta pieces, slice and entice a cold grievance.
Stand in peace over a seamless waste of skin that I tore seams in...