[Verse 1]

My name is Chris and i'm insane with this

So it's time for me to say something that's offensive

Cause i ain't softening shit bitch i'm way too relentless

Cause this music shit i make is actually for myself

To listen to on a daily basis

But sometimes i just feel like sharing this rap shit

Just so some can see what it's like to be Out Psycho

And i ain't faking shit that's why i'm always keeping it solo

My emotions burn with this aggression

It's like i'm burning with this manic depression

This anxious frustration is making me wanna destroy the opposition

So i just feel like expressing this painful incision

By writing this inhumane composition

Till i'll completely release this aching oppression

Thus i'm still making this rap shit for my own privacy

Inside this damn room, instantly creating some unknown prophecies

That makes me feel like reaching immortality constantly

And i guess this must the sickest shit i ever wrote lyrically

Some quick lyricism before ill start working on my debut album

Independently

You can't stop this insanity cause i'll keep on spitting this vulgarism

And if it wasn't for this rap shit i'll be domestically performing cannibalism

[Verse 2]

Bitch i ain't stopping cause this motivation

Made me feel so damn unstoppable

Stuck in some situation that whatever i do

Remains untouchable

And thus i ain't going back to arrange anything

That you think is deranged

Cause whats done is done even if everything i produced so far

They tell me to rearrange

So imma keep this shit, the way i feel like

And if you still disagree i'll dismantle your ass

Leave you dismembered through this decimal

Beneath decapitated human heads

I guess i'll keep spitting this sick lyricism

Till my metabolism burns this venomous

Burning acid that's causing me to feel depressive

Till i'll aggressively collapse

I ain't stopping bitch i'm just starting

Cause nothing is going to ruin this moment

But regardless this rap shit is purely self passionate

It's time to honor this momentousness

Cause i'm about to release this monstrous frustration

And with this sick ass lyricism i'll make your bitch drink this cancerous ejaculation

Everything that I've made so far is just the beginning

Ain't no turning back, cause whats done is done

And thus i'm still winning and keep on giving maltese people heart attacks

Cause i'm a maltese terrorist

Causing terror to these damn therapists

They just want to inject me with anti-psychotics

And live my life like some fucking vegetable

[Verse 3]

It's time to spit some useless punchlines

Cause i'm still used to this sublime

Spewing a few sick ass lyrics with some futile borderlines

I'm probably about to out shine some of these

Criticizing bloodlines

Cause i'm sick enough to sodomize an aborted fetus

With this cavernous serpentine

I still rhyme words even if they don't make any sense

Like crucifying earthworms just to justify this sick sense

Of humor, my sixth sense feels just like a tumor

I'll sacrifice these rhyme schemes

Till these sissies scream during epileptic seizures

Force feed corpses to horses infected with swamp fever

Cause i'm so intensive with this razor blade

That's about to slit a baby's wrist

And maybe i'll just rape some lady with this aids infected dick

Then piss all over eighty carcasses till i can barley feel my penis

Inside a girls clitoris

So instead i'll just stick it between her fake firm tits

So you can say i'm doing this rap shit just for my own insanity Spitting profane vulgarest profanity

That makes ___ roll in his grave for all eternity

Cause he's just a racist who faced some fatal car accident

Now hes fucking dead plus i ain't mad in fact i'm so fucking glad (HAHA)