just imagine sleeping
then being awoken to explosions and screaming
wailing sirens, shadowy beings
foulest smells without a doubt
the raptures how - im feeling.

marching with demons, marxism, pseudomonarchia -
feeling
ill from poisoning there food..
that trash punk ass army of weaklings

where moms spaghetti, tomato sauce are already
spread on our ceiling
dripping if bleeding
6 feet im digging
singing another song
for every brick on my pyramid

next to the red queen totally needing
an exorcist or ecstacy recipe
be we rest in peace successfully
to evade such a disaster
like definitely setting your city on fire
then evidently forgetting to piss on it
relentlessly bedwetting
well its off with their heads
cuz of property tax and only to return as the prophecy says
chotch is back
casually
as the audience awes and gasps
crowd full plain clothes cops, botched music and copy cats

on the brink of panic
so i unleash the katana
go bonkers, bananas
waiting for the rape van
to pick my ass up
and take me back, yeah.. to grace land
oh no he cant
he to slow
cuz i was born as hades riding halleys comet
i know eminems daughter like coffee and maybe baileys


to be continued.