Common components of his conscious cause slowness at the least Majors creasing time and space, amazing feature Frail and meek, but strain his speakers when he think (uhhhhh) Greatest beaker based experiment Yet fiend to stay deceased Rip the lyrics from his speech Sip the tea and spayed the beat Hit the nearest self-destruct lever Better luck his luck never better but get stuck Between slitting wrists and "bruh, rough sweater" Toughen up Nuts... Never one to fuss But Better on the cusp of bad and awful Aw, shucks He shed his outer shell and fresh as potholes Plus Something clever up his tux Sleeve Never mind the cuts Nothing better than his tongue To heat the wreckage writ for lunch (Breaks) Breakfast once the sun wakes Nexus to the sun based deity he once pray to Preach until the sun rain But gee, I bet he dumb great And never keen on faking features for the fun sake Reaper wielding lunch trays Cleaning since he just ate Poor people posing pious when a Sunday Reaches for em Dunce stay deceitful for the cash Or the ma**es attention I see they trapped in a matrix as I rap in a sentence