DESCRIPTION:
My attempt at rapping XD

Lyrics:

I sleep in secretion, Swallow my mind,
Boxed in ambrosia, transparent lines
The breaking of sounds, abstract crimes,
Sitting in a church wasting your time.
Open your mind, I can't believe this.
You're stuck to your couch, like Butthead, or Beavis,
Wish dad was here so he could fucking see this,
You pussies stood idle just absorbing diseases.
I mean what is this, the fucking Spanish Inquisition?
You ask all these questions, but you're not even listenin.
As subtle and silent as a Birdseye recognition,
I'm tired as fuck, how about an intermission?
I awoke from hibernation to take what was mine,
Shot up some Energon like Optimus Prime,
This isn't a threat, or a meaningless rhyme,
This is shock value for you pussies, call me R.L. Stine.
And I mean all the shit I've ever said,
Wrote my first death threat while getting head.
Defiled a nation while sippin coffee in bed,
Could've saved a life, but I got blazed instead.
I don't give a fuck about your biblical propaganda,
In fact, I slaughtered some Christians like the goddamn Kung Fu Panda.
I pillaged their beliefs with each of my stanzas,
It'd make more sense to worship Tony fucking Danza.
Dear god, lower case g, oh fucking priest,
Here's my audit to you, sealed with a fucking crease.
This isn't a vague message you build up piece to piece,
I'm blazed and I'm blunt, and you're a fucking cunt , kapeesh?
I mean jeesh, These bitches keep mixin, matchin and trollin,
When not on a pue, they're on their knees, like Nick Bowlin.
No offense to the rednecks, but incest isn't right, it's left.
And raping a prostitute is a double charge for theft.
I mean, I'm still cool with some dumb shits,
And though they're cool they're dumb shits.
Meaning I wouldn't mind if they died in their absence
And that's the bitches I'm cool with, now imagine if we're blitzed.
Lindy, she's a hot bitch, and Burr has got a foul stench,
And Daniel, he'll be fuckin rich, and the rest are all getting lynched.
I don't mean to hate, but fuck, man, while I'm at it,
I'd kill a fucking preacher and frame Roger the Rabbit.
Escape the fate sucks, so slit your wrists Craig Mabbit
Oops, don't get too excited, force of fucking habit.

Your mouth has two settings, lies and fucking noise,
And the head you speak of getting is probably from little boys.
If Jesus was god's son, then I wish I would've gave a portion
To kill that fucking ghost and pay for Mary's abortion.
Well, I'm tired of your gasps, so I'll leave this subject be.
And I'm fucking shit up without a college degree.
I used to be a church goer myself, you see.
But then I went to crazy and took an arrow to the knee, bitch