you know i get down, I’m a downer, heart pounder, LOLin’, smelling like Sarin, felony forecast: el is, dressed to the nines like a target, dressed like a bullseye for a blind archer, heart of piranha, swimming where the blood chums water, lark in the darkness watching, i got it this, boombox burner boy hot shit! burn like an LA sunset, colorful, toxic, snuff stuff deadly and erotic, walk like a man not a product, run like a strumpet, talk to the hand sock puppet, look at them sky write: “fuck it, we heart nothin’, we don’t have a tear for your bucket”, life’s but a pageant, that ain’t on no deep shit, try to pull the curtain back crack goes police whip, here come the stage mums, dress your little whores to display them, cutting through my brain like a ray gun, telling you these fuckers are shameless, Obama to Reagan, look at how they bent to their training, why would i be angered, not when i can chemically hang glide, angle, face dive mangled, anguish, notice i maraud odd language, roll a joint, hit a fraud god ‘till he vanquish, bonus point!