I'm back in abstract with that Edgar Allen Poetry, obnoxious as $#&@ yes the whole world knows it's me, posies in my pocket as several posers pose as me, composing flows that radically redefine reality
Go expoloring with four !@^%s inside my four door ford explorer, now these (*##$es lookin lost like the map and Dora, Amityville cause I instill some sort of horror, Jason mask, stained blade, and a black fedora
Diss maniclly, dismantle you mechanically, I single handedly produce what a band could be, goin harder than my seven inch extremities, i'm sick as $#&@ and sorry son but you can't have the remedy, so drop the gloves and the thermo just a few degrees, if Hell was real now's the time it would choose to freeze