[Verse 1:Throw'd, the Unstable]

I scratch my eyes 'til I start to cry blood and think of my demise

Exorcise me father, never mind, I don't want this life

God protect me, ahh! Pause the blessing

Snot falls on bedsheets, not, false, I'm empty, HA!

(Practice makes perfect) Shut the fuck up, fuck practicing

I write half the half-dopest lines when I'm half asleep

Time ticking by and I'm passing the average week

In half of the time it takes to slide through an ass' cheeks

Oklahoma City Bombing, dying in a lullaby

Losing all appendages, fire burning you alive

Casualty percentages at an all time high

The kinda images that make you trust suicide

Mean demeanor, steaming out the ears, fuck a wiener cleaner

Feed her semen, beat the meat with diseased heated fecal pieces

Bleeding semen on the floor, pinkest juices gushing from a whore, we need jesus

Nothing more, St. Peter, get a squeegee please sir

I didn't please her

I did something involving scissors and some tweezers

"God, what did I ever do to deserve this?"

Duct taped, face down, removed the whole uterus

Why would you describe such terrifying content?

Think about all the shitty people who ain't born yet

Sandy Hooks massacre, 9-11 passengers

Columbine's maddest nerds, Trade Center managers

[Hook: Throw'd, the Unstable] (x2)

Bars? Fuck 16, I go 24

Rhymes? Take them all bitch, I got plenty more

Time? I don't believe in that shit anymore

Life?....Disgusting depression

[Verse 2: Koncepte]

Sometimes I think an abortion is doing a favor

Would you want to be born inside of a world full of haters?

I can't stand it, it makes me sick to my stomach

All this hatred inside this world and you wonder why I inhale paper

Lesson learned, don't judge a book by its cover

Innocent until proven guilty and that's all that should matter

I'm fucking sick of the stereo-typical bullshit

Taking over the airwaves, so fuck it, I quit

I'm not watching it anymore bitch, I'm changing the channel

But what will that change? It's still going to be there tomorrow

So I guess I will just relax and take a swig from the bottle

"But what will that change?" That's a hater's favorite motto

And I will pop every single one of them in the head

By the end of this convo, it's almost time for credits

And when they start rolling, you're going to see how far we done made it

In all due time, Konceptual Dreamz, they crave it, Koncepte!

[Verse 3: Throw'd, the Unstable]

Headaches like encephalitis, migraines, I adjust the brightness

To the highest vibrancy, vibrant like a hi-liter

Stop me while I'm at my finest, though I'm trying to be the nicest

Drop me in a pool of spikes and never look back

Every tendon irritated, jawbone dislocated

Spinal fractures indicate I'm medically intoxicated

Mentally inebriated, fuck the doctor, I'm a monster

Fuck the possibility my heart might falter

You never hesitate to agitate me

Lately I'm not adequately satisfied with life, shit, maybe I'm mismanaging

Nah, I'm absolutely positive there's no such thing as homage

Half the people talking at me I never acknowledge

I think about death & suicide every day

I wanna kill but I try to keep those feelings at bay

I can hide a body like a fucking needle in hay

Once I slit a few throats, I'll be back to sane

[Hook: Throw'd, the Unstable] (x2)

K-O-N-C-E-P-T-E & T-H-R-O-W-D

The Unstable

AhhhHHHHH KONCEPTUAL DREAMZ!!!