My yellow leather suitcase smells like
Colors and powder forms
Acidic liquids hit quick
I'm seein' mountains form
Rainforests growing out of walls
Blood drowns the floor
I'm floating on a log
Covered in moss
Sprouting spores
You think outside the box
I'm out some more
My face is my house's doors
Multi-colored space suit
A thousand orbs
Flashing strobes
Surrounding my anatomic outfit's form
I'll clown you all
I'm a walking carnival sideshow
Outlet store
The hell I built is a hole
Inside ugly
Like a cleft mouth with sores
You don't get it
Welcome to inside
The ghost of Mr. Hoffmanne
Give me the antidote and six drops
LSD? Don't mind if I do
I look at the Bible and puke
Early stages of dementia
I freestyle confused
Psych' patient
Wild buffoon
Give me a vial of juice
I'll float away like a kidnapped child's balloon
My house is a dead hooker mannequin factory
I'm fine with the fumes
Whistle while I open your insides
Stomach lining and tubes
I make conjoined twins out of prostitutes
Using wire and glue
Back to back so it looks like their spinals are fused
I can barely speak ...