I use to be pretty weird, now i'm even bizzarer

I dream that disease or some freakish disaster deceases my father

I wanna take him to a street thats in gaza, without pieces of armour

Just to hear him scream as i’m leaving in laughter

And i'll be laughin till the evening after

Even if half of his face has been beatin to nada

Then i'll greet him with a liter of lava

So he looks like a leaking, half eaten fucken peice of lasagne

I’ll send his family his teeth coz i rather

They know the mother fucker suffered so their greiving is harder

Apparently he decided he had to flea to jarkarta

In indonesia, to start a new family with his partner

If thats what happened its ironic ive proceeded to barter

Freaquently askin god if i can get some sleep for a starter

Now after all these fucken years i'm recivein an answer

It turns out, all i need is a carton of some premium lager

The scene i'm a part a, increases the saga

Where the grave that ive dug just gets deeper and darker

Where the drinks get cheaper and they seem to be larger

And every groupie wants to be a penis massager, pleasin their master

But i can see through all their bleach and mascara

I'm keener to glass a diva with her pena calata

You always hear about a demon in prada

But the devil wears nike, adidas and even some dada

And neither a preist or a pastor or jesus the martyr

Can preach their retarded beliefs to this creature i harbour

Complete is the sargent, the teacher, the keeper and guarder

Plus leading commander in cheif of immediate karma

Its like i'm stuck inside a region of sparter

And though my rhymin is a weopon, my depressions a genius archer

Please believe me, i don't mean to alarm ya

But tell dpart i'm gonna see him soon, as soon as i see my departure

And then i'm gonna go and meet him in scarbrough

With a cask of coolibah and a graffitists marker

Then every single building on the beach can get marked a

TPW and NBD peice on its plaster

Until then i’m just a creep of a crafter

Streaming my artistry while getting weaker but smarter

In greek, i’m a freakin malaka who's sweeter than guava

But secretly sharper and cruler than the tools of a teedius barber

I see a mirage of a younger happy me

Who had that deep hunger thats run my battery

Weather it was a crumb or a hundred massive feeds

All i wanted to was become a rappin beast

And succeed, but their was somethin trappin me

The lumber jack in me, stumped, punchin back a tree

Acid, weed, a bunch of passion p

And a dash of speed brung me this munted sanity

Now i’m just a fucken numb and panicky

Drunken brat in need of a bloody tonne of panadene

My breathing is stuffed coz my lung capacity

And i ain't even got the fucken funds to have a dream

When i drink burbon for fun my manners flea

You'd think i went to mother fucken cunt academy

Able without a jacks then i flunked dramatically

To able without a jacks like its sons of anarchy

Done with agony, so i take another sip and stare

At the beer bubbles rising, deciding this isn't fair

The ropes grippin my throat, i breathe a bit of air

Shut my eyes then find i’m to fucken frightened to kick the chair

Fuck!, this is for everybody who didn't care

For every chick who would rip and tear at my heart

While i'm sittin scared in the dark and their out suckin a bigger pair

For every tourcherous foul slut i considered rare

For every friend that i treated as my own flesh

Who fucken dogged me for some reefa or some dope sex

I could protest, but leavin it alone seems easier then no friends

And being on my own gets

I'm on the home stretch, the conclusion is close

As soon i choose to be known as a human or ghost

Just know that when my deaths gruesome and gross

Ive always had a fucken room full of nooses and notes, cunt