[Verse 1]
My name is Chris and i'm insane with this
So it's time for me to say something that's offensive
Cause i ain't softening sh** b**h i'm way too relentless
Cause this music sh** i make is actually for myself
To listen to on a daily basis
But sometimes i just feel like sharing this rap sh**
Just so some can see what it's like to be Out Psycho
And i ain't faking sh** that's why i'm always keeping it solo
My emotions burn with this aggression
It's like i'm burning with this manic depression
This anxious frustration is making me wanna destroy the opposition
So i just feel like expressing this painful incision
By writing this inhumane composition
Till i'll completely release this aching oppression
Thus i'm still making this rap sh** for my own privacy
Inside this damn room, instantly creating some unknown prophecies
That makes me feel like reaching immortality constantly
And i guess this must the sickest sh** i ever wrote lyrically
Some quick lyricism before ill start working on my debut album
Independently
You can't stop this insanity cause i'll keep on spitting this vulgarism
And if it wasn't for this rap sh** i'll be domestically performing cannibalism
[Verse 2]
b**h i ain't stopping cause this motivation
Made me feel so damn unstoppable
Stuck in some situation that whatever i do
Remains untouchable
And thus i ain't going back to arrange anything
That you think is deranged
Cause whats done is done even if everything i produced so far
They tell me to rearrange
So imma keep this sh**, the way i feel like
And if you still disagree i'll dismantle your a**
Leave you dismembered through this decimal
Beneath decapitated human heads
I guess i'll keep spitting this sick lyricism
Till my metabolism burns this venomous
Burning acid that's causing me to feel depressive
Till i'll aggressively collapse
I ain't stopping b**h i'm just starting
Cause nothing is going to ruin this moment
But regardless this rap sh** is purely self pa**ionate
It's time to honor this momentousness
Cause i'm about to release this monstrous frustration
And with this sick a** lyricism i'll make your b**h drink this cancerous ejaculation
Everything that I've made so far is just the beginning
Ain't no turning back, cause whats done is done
And thus i'm still winning and keep on giving maltese people heart attacks
Cause i'm a maltese terrorist
Causing terror to these damn therapists
They just want to inject me with anti-psychotics
And live my life like some f**ing vegetable
[Verse 3]
It's time to spit some useless punchlines
Cause i'm still used to this sublime
Spewing a few sick a** lyrics with some futile borderlines
I'm probably about to out shine some of these
Criticizing bloodlines
Cause i'm sick enough to sodomize an aborted fetus
With this cavernous serpentine
I still rhyme words even if they don't make any sense
Like crucifying earthworms just to justify this sick sense
Of humor, my sixth sense feels just like a tumor
I'll sacrifice these rhyme schemes
Till these sissies scream during epileptic seizures
Force feed corpses to horses infected with swamp fever
Cause i'm so intensive with this razor blade
That's about to slit a baby's wrist
And maybe i'll just rape some lady with this aids infected dick
Then piss all over eighty carca**es till i can barley feel my penis
Inside a girls cli*oris
So instead i'll just stick it between her fake firm tits
So you can say i'm doing this rap sh** just for my own insanity Spitting profane vulgarest profanity
That makes ___ roll in his grave for all eternity
Cause he's just a racist who faced some fatal car accident
Now hes f**ing dead plus i ain't mad in fact i'm so f**ing glad (HAHA)