you probably approach the roach wholeheartedly
fishing in the superstision marketed to me
truthfully, im the designated joy-rider
and a reminder, part man part spider
with that in mind peter park your caboose next to me
skip the pleasantries, straight in to the history
I cant work it out, why does loss make me weigh more
we dont settle scores, we aim for the leader board
and consider ourselves unleashed, unchained
im of the persuasion we should jail my brain
here we go again, thats the end to my movie
i leave sex scenes on the cutting room floor
the bulk of the mistakes are found in the outstakes
I hulk out for goodness sake, my choice to take
with the troglodite thinking, the luddite inking
his manifesto on a macbook, published and printing

In the mud with no shoes, drowning
listening out for the boo's, sounding
29 and still dont have a clue, outstanting
29 and still aint paid my due, repremanding
cleared for landing, back from an ego trip
how does this noise escape from my lips
spaced out, sat comfortable on the fence
honestly all of this makes sense


Much hope found under microscopes no joke
I choke it all down like blended egg yolks
I peep the modern art and pretend to understand it
but lack the balls and the gumption to try and reprimand it
try learn by doing, but who am I fooling?
I am the cartoon stealing the pie while its cooling
selfish and stupid, gave cupid a wedgie
and I yell at obesity like its death, come and get me
tag, your it, and behold, man tits
exercise in the medium of epileptic fits
Talking in the super sekrit codes of psychosis
parting the waves of my brain like moses
eating roses, the flowers not the sweets
and mastering the noble art of defeat
its neat, comes highly recommended
this play is open ended and im never gonna send it

Persue my hobbies like their a devine duty
currently working on a screenplay, a movie
where a band makes a go of it during the apocalypse
you should read the scene where they finally lock lips
stock tip: invest in kleenex fast
the supplies wont last, oh its gonna be a blast
better fast, i hear starvation apeases
the gods and dieties we fear are near us
this advices is free! well its the cost of a cd
whatever. its not like hip-hop needs me
like I need it, bite the hand that feeds me
cleans me, cathartic, like punching a tree
and you know that tree dont give a fuck about steve
its got root systems to cultivate, plants to pollenate
seeds to spread, and timber to create
its not too bothered bout how i gestate