Insomniac head spins in hectic vicinities Take Audrey Hepburn, skip Breakfast at Tiffanies Reckless epiphanies that hit from every angle Wave around a banner but the shit aint star spangled ..a bloody Morgue symbol that’ll make your thoughts dwindle Slowly turn your brain into detective John Kimball Inject the wrong riddle in the top part of your cranium More filled up that free bobble head night at Dodger Stadium Got rotten titanium, can’t find the right medium Don’t trust Arabians with schisty ingredients A feisty comedian, got foul food for thought And no one wants to go near your girl’s sour twat Yo my crew’s on the top, while you’re all some false prophets That stays on the bottom and gets shot by snot rockets Toad the Wet Sprocket, I’m rocking and socking At Laughlin, in sports books, unlocking the toxins Talking to oxen and stopping the gossip I swing combo locks at who shops at Hot Topic Take your Jack Skellington skully and toss it With scalp and brain tissue inside that’s gone softened. Got zero ambition and no five year plan Just your old friend Ekspan cutting jams for the fans Cutting off hands, grubbing Spam from a can Maybe Green Eggs and Ham, then rock some Onyx and Slam!! Dr. Seuss rhyme scheme, my eyes burn from Visine Did this for myself and I, fuck you Irene The sirens are blinding while sides start dividing Scatter like mice; let the cops try to find me It’s all fun and games until someone gets hurt I say fuck the fame and stay scum of the earth Came from the dirt, remain froze in the Tundra Mad dirty hoes blazing Marlboro One Hundreds Ultra light thunder at Club Ted and Dasha’s I take vodka shots and snuff wannabe rastas Lotka from Taxi, drop comic relief Vomit and leave, often mock your beliefs Talking to the chief make your boss take a knee Make like a tree and leave, stay lost at sea Come sail away to an SCV sewer Where fools think they’re cool but just stew in manure Unruly maneuvers to snob connoisseurs All sorts of slobs, now kabobs on the skewer Chopped down to fewer, slow cooking from torches Burn out your eyeballs then welcome misfortune.

Party People on the dance floor Tell me what the fuck does your life even stand for Fall through the trap floor, some whores looking glorified Ekspan from the Morgue, schizo – more than borderline Binge Bro, Jabberjive – never make a sacrifice Shitting on your pack of lies, and smack you in the afterlife Rocking out to Mack the Knife, a modern night Sinatra Got your girlie shrieking like some fat bitch singing opera Boom Shocka Locka, got her locked up in the basement Re-enacting Gerald’s Game and it is way abrasive And yes I’ll drop some strange shit to feed this sick millennium While telling tales of the heart to feed a Pit and Pendulum Arrested with Development, I’m messed up taking mescaline Regressing to a vegetable, but still confess a testament The deadliest of residents residing in the country Just a hungry fucking zombie and I keep it nice and funky More often than not I’m running with a gang of hooligans Known for taking mulligans, and pissing in the pool again Pick apart the foolishness of yuppie mother fuckers And these fists are full of dynamite so run and Duck You Sucker! Go home and fuck your mother, dusted ugly buster Just don’t cut the mustard and your guts are gonna rupture So get left in a dumpster with Oscar the Grouch Tears for Fear Shout, got poor posture and slouch Play possum; drown in the Penobscot River Don’t talk like Teller this Pen snips like scissors Spine tingling shivers for folks of all ages With signed, sealed, delivered jokes making front pages I bring much persuasion to doubters and skeptics The hour glass runs thin, get louder and wreck shit Empower the hectic connected inventions At reckless and un pretentious death conventions

Over hills and faraway, with loathsome pills I’ll probably stay In creepy, grungy places, with abundant fucking lazy days Turn a brain to waste, become a hasty stubborn prick Went back to swigging Tanquerey, abducted by the mother ship Another fricken stick up in the mud and don’t escape From Nightmares & Dreamscapes, most fools won’t relate Shouldn’t test your fate unless it’s absolutely necessary Absolutely hundred proof excuse is it’s hereditary Looking for some better berries, brewing new contraptions New witch doctor methods for progressive interaction A frightening concoction makes titans clash often This tyrant with topspin takes naps in the coffin While coughing up some hairballs, a pair of lungs, and organs Now I can’t do shit as if I’ve just become a Mormon The wasp’s nest is swarming; I’m cursed with The Shining View UFO sightings, while riding the lightning CHORUS MY MINDS PLAYING TRICKS ON ME….AND OFTEN WANDERS A MOTHERFUCKING GONER….THAT’S HEADED OFF YONDER AINT GETTING ANY STRONGER…..WITH TWISTED REFLECTIONS HITS FROM THE BONG….VICIOUS DISTANT PERCEPTION WRIST SLIT INFECTIONS….THEY’RE UGLY AND GRUESOME PASSIVE AGGRESSIVE…..AND NOT TOO CONCLUSIVE WHO’S TO SAY WHO’S WHO....WHEN IN THE ZONE BUT ZONED OUT FOAMING OUT THE MOUTH….NOT SURE OF MY WHEREABOUTS The walls are tearing down in this Barton Fink hotel Looking like its Armageddon and I start to think oh well Fuck it if I’m dying, might as well go out frying And will not be relying on the prophecies of Mayans You’re swallowed by the lions, gullible and losing battles Fucked over and desperate like the characters in Babble Connecting words like scrabble on the drunken daily travels Dabble in the darkest shit that makes the cages rattle Rock the boat baby or re-sink the Titantic Re-think my whole life and make it anti-climatic It wont be pragmatic, a fan of when it’s tragic A grip of bad habits, and shits about to happen Electrical static enhances the passion When rapping no faction of action is lacking I’m laughing and passing the spliff in rotation The fans give a standing and blissfull ovation CHORUS A trouble making piece of shit as long as I remember Left alone inside the home now by mid December Hooligan endeavors, making families disappear Slapping on some burning aftershave and screaming in the mirror We got a problem child here, face your fears motherfucker This diseased little jerk is a killing with a snow shoveller Still been so stubborn that it’s rubbing off on others Stash a grip of fucking drugs when ducking under covers Summers been a bummer, left me paranoid and paralyzed Back to thoughts of suicide it’s looking like its paradise Point of no return, watch the world fucking burn Looks like everything’s a blur, up in smoke, under the urn Know what I mean Vern? …I’m a stern individual Bipolar schizophrenic socio, with no residuals Paint the grisly visual then flip into a psycho rage Rip your bitches head off and then stick it in the microwave CHORUS

Check your snotty attitude when stepping through this doorway Steadily we splatter crews while celebrating Morgue day There’s realms from here to Norway, with four forms of swordplay Fly a fucking kite and die if this shit aint your forte Your feelings are honestly of really no concern to me Ill break open thermometers and make you swallow mercury Merk and me, plus Illy the kid, a nasty trio On some old school shit, up in your fucking face like Captain E.O. I see the worst in people and the chances are I hate you Traveled half across our state to be here, Daniel Plainview A family man, here’s my son and partner H.W. This whole ocean of oil underneath us straight troubles you Pronto on the double splatter blood upon another doom Bastard from a basket, fucking hookers in your mother’s room Stun a couple sucker crews, you busters better make way Got nothing but malicious views and set to have a great day Piss on what the fake say, they’re all a bunch of lame brains Make you shit your fucking pants and change that silly stage name Pull and Edward Nigma and manipulate your brain waves Now your life’s surreal on the next season of fame games Good god, you’re fucking up left and right bitch Step into this office and then off goes the light switch I’ll rock you with some tight shit, the burn is extra hurtful And I’ll work upon your nerves until you turn the color purple

……A passion for storytelling in the horror genre Children slowly disappear and can’t ignore the trauma A darkly haunted sauna that gets locked up from the outside Makes em slowly sweat to death and face a little down time See the smiling clown shine and bargain for your soul Feelings have been downsized while hearts been turned to coal Some corpses start to roll over the grave in which they’re napping And a filthy leper’s standing in the shadows and he’s laughing It’s difficult to fathom, like Dean Koontz with Phantoms Spirits in the sky will try to hold the truth for ransom Don’t be taking chances, thinking time to join a coven Or you’ll wake up to make breakfast and find heads inside the oven This motherfuckers buggin, and the bloodstreams getting clotted So they’re shootin him with Haldol, mixed with Morphine and Dilauded Take a look at the collages in this strange hallucination Take a look into the light and then escape a ruthless nation (Handlez Chorus) Stuck inside a crisis and you find it hard to think straight Lucifer’s around the corner handing out a clean slate Look inside a dreamscape, suddenly your spleen breaks Took the devils offer but there’s no returns or rebates Burned up from a mean fate, and everything’s eventual Now you’re being picked apart by extra sick terrestrials The feeling aint celestial at heavens other spectrum Being overthrown Dr. Jekyll, no sorts or protection Infections slowly fester and then slide around your organs Shooting blood from out your eyes and ears, all sights and sounds distorted A madman that’s supported by the limbs of a contortionist You turn into a pro-lifer but don’t know what abortion is …………………and this shit is quite unfortunate So welcome to the underworld and say goodbye to ordinance Demons fucking run the place, and yes, they’ll have their way with you And never fully satisfied until they feel you’ve paid your dues (Handlez Chorus) Heads are fucking spinning and the walls are quickly closing Feeling lucky that you’re winning, got a soul that’s sickly frozen Been depicted from the chosen, gaze upon a field of roses Become the fucking Crimson King and call upon some locusts The worlds gone out of focus, while the sky’s been filled with frogs and shit Lighting to the hopeless, with a thought process derogative So often been provocative, with thoughts of an apocalypse Saw the planets soften and I’m shot from off the rocket ship

Get your system pumpin there’s no time for chicken dumplings Know when Handlez brings percussion that this shit is fucking thumpin Running with the roughest bunch from west of Mississippi I’m invested in this vessel and the message isn’t pretty Its nothing for the kitties, and what’s new pussycat You really think those pussy raps stand a chance to push me back …………………….I think not, your way out of your element And got no frame of reference, lets go bowling for the hell of it A seven-ten split will split your dome down the middle Rolled the perfect game will spitting pronouns and riddles So throw down the griddle watch em burn up in the frying pan You say you slang the bombest herb, but homey I aint buying that ……………………………The whole thing is preposterous I’ll slit your fucking throat for trying to break these eastern promises The least of three accomplishments, surrealist and ominous Infested by a demon, evil heathen, taken hostages Cerebral and provocative, who’s shootin bottle rockets Tennenbaum mentality while living Life Aquatic Hope on the Darjeeling track that’s headed back to Rushmore Have a dreadful heart attack while busting up the front door What the fuck’s this slut whore cut trying to pull now Degrade the nasty worthless tramp in front of sold out full crowds Making em say what the fuck and see you get your money’s worth Filling up a cup of blood while creeping in a scummy hearse Must defeat the mummy first to see if this shit’s meant to be Born in lust, becoming dust then brewing storms of centuries …………………………………Call me legion or Linoge Cause I know your deepest secrets and your homes get overthrown I’ll throw a lot of bones that equal awful lots of clues And yet fools still don’t fucking get it everything thought’s been misconstrued Cause you tune into the view, stirring foolish beef stew A little droid like D-2 and all your plans are see through So bet that we defeat you without breaking a sweat Making and example of those fake empty threats It’s time to place bets on how long will your life last How fucking long til you’re gone from this knife gash It’s safe to say quite fast or something more like twice that Even if we let you go your heads still got a price tag Bounty hunters on the prowl to gun down lonely phonies Now it’s ending like a western filmed by Sergio Leone.

Life’s a bitch and then you die, to hell with perfect alibis Stick a needle in my eye; I did this shit in half the time Tune in via satellite to gaze upon your funeral Sometimes called a genius but a mind frame far from beautiful Just can’t escape my cubical, the daily grind hogwash Try to get lost in my thoughts and then the boss squawks More often than not, between a hard place and a rock See the birches; things will worsen, as I write like Robert Frost A mental holocaust, and probably wont achieve survival Guess I’ll rest my head in hell because I don’t believe the bible Relieved by suicidal even homicidal tendencies Check these fucking vitals in the mind you’ll see discrepancies A messenger with leprosy, and multi personalities A troubled fucking alky and a burden to the family The curtain’s rising gradually, the show begins at midnight I travel around with vampires that go in for your windpipe Searching for some insight in the gruesomest spot And now I’ve chose to stay lost in Jerusalem’s Lot Searching for some insight in the gruesomest spot And now I’ve chose to stay lost in Jerusalem’s Lot Fucked up past the point of recognition, gone fishing Still wishing with a vision that this shit’ll get efficient Spit a quick depiction of the glitch in which your itchin Quit the bitchin, fixing friction, in a vicious kitchen Mixing up revenge recipes with poisoned sweet treats Now a fucking demon barber lurking down Fleet Street Knee deep in shits creek, forever in a rut Take the razor to my throat and spill a river full of blood

Drunk as fucking shit, upon hypnotic Blue Moons telling jokes in poor taste that are dropping too soon Chew the tops of good shrooms, laugh it up and kicking more facts A tortured schizophrenic on the warpath, like Rorschach Rock an ugly Morgue mask, I’ll tell you that your whore’s fat Drink a flask of Jagermeister, then I ride her horseback It’s back to square one, where you’re placed upon the chopping block Along with all the other lemming robots that I rock and sock Jabberjive’ll rock the spot, in rain, sleet, or snow Known to get the party poppin with the strangest freak show We just let the beat flow until the wheels disappear Near the realest of fears, that appeals to my peers And I see it in the mirror, like Candyman five times Got some rather dandy plans to Ekspan as time flies You’re dropping off like flies, or a moth inside a killing jar The mind frame of a monster any given time is still bizarre

You judgemental dumb fucks get snuffed in an instant Cause luck’s about up and you just can’t go the distance This flow shows persistence, it’s time to take notes kids This mojo’s efficient, your vision’s plain hopeless Take these brain potions quite potent for poetry H.P. Lovecraft mixed with Poe on a horror spree Peter Straub, Stephen King, Black House, Talisman Here and now like a friend once said in the blasted lands Beware the Fisherman, Bernie, Mr. Munshun Hypnotized by a crow and don’t know where it comes from Stuck in this conundrum you best to fucking run son Hunt you with and air compressor hooked up to a stun gun This aint no country for you older sacks of shit A grab the cash pacifist that’s cracking all your ribs A backhand to your bitch right in the midst of broad daylight Catch this shit first hand got no use fore grape vines Throw up your gang signs, expect severed fingers Got Cronenberg visions, disheveled Dead Ringers So now the head lingers in a loopy state of limbo Take groupies for a wild ride then shoot em out the window Keeping habits sinful with ill, shize, and Rehab Strictly hardcore taking weed drags in police labs Please pass the grass and a flask full of jack Backpack, pack of smokes, never lack stacks of raps You aint packing a gat, man the action is whack I grab some Jack in the Crack, but I’m mad strapped for cash Yes I laugh at the past in a drastic flash back That’s supposed to be funny, but it’s not like Jack Black ……………………………….fuck things are looking ugly Like Lucky Luciano when he killed his buddy Bugsy Rough and tough like rugby, goodbye Ruby Tuesday Blaze a groovy doobie, got the secret plans for doomsday KABOOM…goodbye kids, welcome to the end of it Tell no fucking lies you’re getting schisted without benefits The sediments relentless, and it stings you when it settles in A little fish to pelicans, a peanut to an elephant So go ahead and tell a friend that all my shit’s irrelevant Bump your whack commercial shit that turns your brain to gelatin 50 Cent and Lil’ Wayne, in the club, dirty south Catch a fucking baseball bat upside your stupid nerdy mouth

This shit’s live as fuck and it busts up your ear drums Madness comes in many forms; watch out for the weird bums The beer runs like wine, women flock to Capistrano The salmon tastes divine goodbye to better days tomorrow Swallow from the bottle, yo I know your thoughts are borrowed Ill in Sleepy Hollow, while you wallow in your sorrow Following the leader, but you’re going nowhere fast Another brick up in the wall that’s usually late to class Hits from the past, and we don’t need no education I’m comfortably numb, while in a sticky situation There’s risky stipulations, that somehow don’t affect me Coasting on a jet ski, smoking up the best trees Blowing up the west wing, into fucking smithereens Call you Paul Sheldon when I put you all through Misery Bring a lot of trickery, like trick or fucking treat bitch No more pity bickering, you dummies make me sea sick Spit from here to Egypt, and move through different regions Fall away from innocence and groove to Different Seasons New methods for breathing, a nasty Apt Pupil This head full of vindictive information’s mad useful Take your Metamucil as I shoot a missile launcher At you sheltered motherfuckers that resemble Mr. Rogers Sift through the mirages on a misty Treasure Island Your shits all a fassad, and I still keep my pleasure violent It’s tough to measure science when you work with broken beakers

Got a brainstorm brewing from the ruins of a psychopath Change the norms influence, now you wonder if I might go back Hey not quite so fast, I’m slicing with a lightning staff At all pretentious phony fucks who think they’ve chose the righteous path I’m on some other shit, while your just mere sheep Plus all your beats are fucking weak you aids infested queer creep Gotta put you dogs to sleep before the brink is where I sink Or creeping deeper in the darkness, tripping balls and need a shrink Stop and start to think about eksplicit P.H.D.’s While you yuppie fucking puppies look like spoiled Pekingese Ravioli mixed with steez, feeling where I want to be While your still a wannabe, softer than some Clark Wallabies Harm for arteries, never one for speaking pardon me Bring your smarmy army, and get scarred by darker artistry You’re all a farce to me, far fetched fucking fruitcakes With double-headed dildos, and some gerbils in your suit case Blurring into two face, but fully over politics Every pointless argument, I’m every day demolishing Steady sever promises and work with top accomplices Adjust your bratty attitudes and stop the rotten pompousness Rocking beats around the clock with new developed strategies And never feel the jobs complete til everybody’s mad at me A Modern Greek tragedy, been lost and Gone South Since this Boy’s Life begun, been running with the wrong crowd Now we’ll break the bong out within a shroud of murky rain clouds Soaking up the sound of when you blow your worthless brains out ……………………………….and that’s music to my ears After laughter comes the tears, but that’s not the story here Only gory shit that’s weird and appears more superior In grimly lit interiors with witches from Suspiria A state of mass hysteria, the Dawn of Dead revisited Split your fucking skull before the chance to split up dividends Intricate with instruments, got new inventions pattened But lost faith in human kind and off to Mars like Doc. Manhattan With fewer complications meditate through solar systems Getting old as fucking dirt, still can’t escape Bipolar missions A colder vision than a frozen villains eyes with x-rays A morbid Holden Caulfield that never got his head straight And instant fucking checkmates, to every shady challenger A strange reclusive writer in the vein of J.D. Salinger

Many realms of madness, I wander through some weird shit The worlds awfully fucked up, I’m walking through it fearless Don’t give a rat’s ass if suckers want to judge me Look into the past to view the good, the bad and ugly Bloody fucking Sunday’s, basking in belligerence Burned alive one way while masking what’s indigenous Hope you get the gist of this mystical elixir From Mr. I don’t give a shit, with rituals in sick words Habitual with scriptures that play off your thoughts Get told by my elder’s time to lay off the sauce But can’t pay the cost, yo I say what I want A straight vagabond and every day is but a haunt Just may take The Jaunt to a different time and region On an odyssey through outer space, see people tried for treason The climate seems deceiving, but believe it when you see it With a meaning sounding similar to onomatopoeias Got a head full of ideas, but the days are lacking hours Still a modern day philosopher that’s often smacking cowards No more magic powers, but a fan of after hours So when terrors of the night arrive, you bastards get devoured ……………………………….stuck in a planet gone sour But trying to hold it all together like The Dark Tower An acid rain shower makes you take your last breath then Feel the nasty wrath of this blast from the Brethren MERK CHORUS: Take that last breath from an oxygen tank The times come for death and I’m offering thanks Go to great lengths to see you fall on your face Raise the stakes; make a change that’ll placate your faith No time to play games bitch, this clocks fucking tickin All that lame bullshit from the record got stricken I came to drop wisdom and evolve as plots thicken Make a couple big decisions while the kids are gone fisihin It’s rather long winded with a message at the center Reminiscent of endeavors back when thing’s couldn’t be better Sending hectic letters cause my head is Helter Skelter From dwelling in the cellar of another selfish shelter A three or four day bender leads to buckets full of problems Depressed as hell than start to thing, well fuck, who doesn’t got em? The city’s dark like Gotham, but I’m not a crime fighter Just a drunken rhyme writer with a sight that shines brighter Recite with live wires, Firestarter vs. the government Burn motherfucker, burn, no time for the subtle shit Stumble with a humble wish, Rusty James in Rumble Fish Your kingdom starts to crumble, cause you had the ball and fumbled bitch Pick up all the scattered pieces of this pointless puzzle Take this pint of pine sol, pucker up and fucking guzzle End of all your troubles, aint no need to call a huddle Seeming worthless for rebuttals, but perfect to burst a bubble Surfing through the rubble on a futuristic shuttle See nothing but disaster cause the cards were poorly shuffled Sight and sound are muffled, when you take that last breath then Feel the nasty wrath of this blast from the Brethren MERK CHORUS: