Gucci rollerskates and a pink beeper Louis V, D-cup, think seka Mad Child sleep deep like I breathe ether The Mad Child hold heat like The Grim Reaper She tastes like a peach, sacred now vagrant so hatred is deep Vagrants and snakes take her out to the beach Have nightmare sweat, work it out in my sleep I used to mask pain with c**aine and oxys Now the pain still feel real on Suboxone Pain is by caused this very bad posture Feeling bad really sad in a clown costume If life is a game I am so losing Life filled with depression and no movement We make choices, I hear yours loud and clear Strange voices, get the f** out of here Pretty good pretending that I dont care As I battle with adult fear Olympics in Whistler with Adolph Hitler The devil and his misfits were there for Christmas The dinner was delicious, smashing dishes I come back clean more brash and vicious Irrational thoughts make myself look ugly, the pa**ion is lost Trying to change my ways, still stashing the Glock Trying to keep love locked, start smashing the box f** everyone, I am never done Mad Child love God like Reverend Run Back at level 1 tears filling up my eyes like the Seventh Son Thats all she gets, three packs of cigarettes now Im past regret Im a dead man walking, head plant often Keep on talking, tin can coughing Codename Terror, c**aine nearer Stopped drug binge just to see things clearer Ill hit em with the thunderous clap Ive been driving five hours with a gun on my lap Im feeling like Im under attack You can tell em' that the old head hunter is back Shanes existence is pain inflicted Theyre saying hes different, insane and twisted