Give it to the fiends
They pipe yelpin
Mics melting
In my hands
Like ice pellets
I write hellish
I don't even write
Well, it's like
My hand reads blind like, Helen
No pie selling
If it's psychedelic I sell it
A slight felon
I'll stab you with a kitchen knife
And open your face like the visor
On a knight's helmet
Mirror's catch my purple drippin eye-jelly like Welch's
Headaches and wrist restraints
Rockin a ripped chain
I shoot dope into my dick vein
Nod off under the bridge train
I'm in the vet pharm'
After ca**ettes spark
I'll cut the heart out
Eat it
Represent art
I'm alive
Like fresh tracks that look like pregnant belly stretch marks
I know I look like a freak
Bummy threads
Cats laughin like somethin funny said
I don't push bundles or crack bunny eggs
I'm at my shows selling acid tabs
To white kids with honey dreads
Only come out when the sun is set
"That's why sometimes I feel like a vampire"
I think that's what Bundy said
I'll open your stomach up
Spillin out guts
Looking like sausage links and humus spread
Under stress?
An insomniac?
I can't f**ing rest
My eyes are two black holes
That's not from puffing meth
My blunts is wet
Chewin on mushrooms before cyphers
Munching stems
I look at your human fur
I wanna punch in dents
I'm done with pumping lead
Sawed off from a distance
Hit your car
It only punched in dents
I'm a legend to some
One verse, six months of rent
(Your majesty, this is a magic suit. Naturally, since you are very wise and intelligent, you can see how beautiful it is. But to a fool...) [an excerpt from The Emperor's New Clothes]