What's weirder, water making the blood clearer

Betray me I'll stab you 23 times like Caesar in the theater

This is for the back shooting Robert Ford cats

I'm a dumpster baby, I was born crack

I'm kicking war

Self loathing, narcissistic gore raps

In business, a whore door mat

Dead stillborn's gasp

For air stuffed behind the walls of my thorax

My short sensors like the hair on a bore's back

Clowning squares like Borat

X-ray skies the forecast