...back up

ay listen

i had a dream i was fucking you while holding you down

and you would scream with the passion of a 1000 rounds

shot from the sun

automatically spraying innocent ones

who've yet to enter into positions

upon this battlefield

fuck it

i don't expect you to understand

this man with a plan

that's too big to hide inside his hands

it's leaking

tears from the roots

while the leaves whistle with the wind's secrets

my what strange fruit

dangle from these southern trees

while birds in v's

catch northern breezes and fly by

i

turn the noose around and straighten my tie

i'm late for work

you start to shake and go berserk

now punish that ass

whip to change

i am man in this chain of command

who you fucking with bitch

66 6's crowd around and tell me I should

bust on that ass

but you strut as you pass

quite heavenly

i guess these metaphors are quite rhetorical

especially since my oracle just turned seventy

missing the peak was the hardest

so she turned around and started

giving head like an artist

paint me paint me paint me

i laughed as i painted she

then made her psychic

took a bite of the "right thing to do"

and didn't like it

the apple of my eve

just woke up

and now i'm back up

putting needles on the vinyl

and injecting lyrics to my mind so

even wearing this blindfold

i'll smile

and the sun will make my eyes glow

cause all this shit is a

simply simply

a motherfucking

cycle

...

and i'm a motherfucking psycho

bitch.