Tell me what you think:

Sold after one punchline I no longer have to sell it
I'm not one for beef, If you try, I taco-bell it
It's hammer-time, you all know that I can nail it
This isn't psychedelic writing but I write on psychedelics
God to all you heathens, bestowing lyrical relics

This is the King's court, hear ye hear ye
The rhymes I write make readers grow weary
They will use my brain as evidence for astronaut theory
Probably because I'm 5 acid trips past Timothy Leary
Murdering with these references, The encyclopedia will fear me
Not a loner, there is just nobody near me
Nobody wants to hear me
And I can't really hear you
Because I'm on another planet; Nibiru
You can't write subtle in a space shuttle, Earth is in my rearview
Get high until the day I die, the only code I adhere to

Style that can't be copied, incomprehensible to a parrot
I'm playing with a full hand and i'm reading you like tarot
I'm just a modern day version of the uprising Syd Barrett
I just soak it in, then like a Shaman I share it

And I'm just like **** it if I live it, Can't you dig creative lies?
Word to Mary when she's hairy, Brings out my creative side
It's my way and that happens to be the high-way
I let this weed create the ride
Mary to Me is something like Bonnie to Clyde
Meaning she robs my memory bank, but atleast she's never lied
I just go with the flow, except I create the tide….