Saturday, 23 February 2019
rap song : paranoid schizophrenia
and how would you know ...
please don't make me beg
a pile up
where is all that noise coming from
the earth stopped running under my bare feet
hypnotised into a rigid trance
I was locked inside a transparent coffin
the audience tightened the noose
a large buzzsaw
severed me into two separate pieces
just an illusion ...
my body jerks out of the coffin like a jack in the box
the head hanging from a spring
ufos ... those helmets
what makes a bad atmosphere
interfering with my telepathy ...
a cross current of music buggin my phone
an I got the rap for it ... I haven't been
allowed out for years ... you know
dude my dad works for The Firm
an some guns don't need a
trigger if you put it to
your head
I can't really
put a finger on it
you gone all blingy dude
that aint you I seen you really real
man ... jus move away slowly from the
plastic chain and nobody will get hurt ... posh
yeah give ya that ... jus not everyone had a mamma
like yous ... so who's Pistorius ha cus i seens
nurses like holding down a patients arm
he just wanted to get me a crystal
ball thats all a gifts from his
collection before he died
a lonely death in the
nuthouse
an ill give you shit ...
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