I had a dream, and then I lost it Concocting visuals with these chemicals from my leaky faucet A caustic tongue, with a tendency for human flesh Peasants better peep the crest, descended straight from Gilgamesh From here to Budapest, you need to peruse the mess Before you confuse his breath with the tunes of shitty sets Because he's the wittiest word wizard, which words deserve To kiss his lips, backflip, and cause reverb He heard the tales of the crypt This friggin' derelict's a terrorist, so hide your tallest towers, he's as scary since America decided it was going to create terror in Americans, distracting us from all the terrors they dispense So with uncommon sense I choose concepts To uplift and amuse, sick of the news and its content I'm discontent with each disc I'm lent Be consciousness into every incompetent, yes A dime a dozen, wish he wasn't, but the truth is These critics are ruthless, they told him it's useless Can't find his life, he lost it in battle Listening to the king's prattle, dying under wicked shadows But I'm just being callow I just want to be the revolutionary hanging in the gallows Just want to beckon lightning strikes from the lord Why the hell'd you want to do that? Eh, I'm just bored I bust through the door with a horde of sordid cyborgs Thinking, I'm either distorted or some sort of mutated force Pre-dating wooden floors, from the hood, of course How else would he be permitted to utter the word nigger from his chords Expand your lexicon, this man is so beyond the twilight zone You may not want to enter, you have just been warned Perhaps he's Satan's spawn, creating hate for speaking on A pencil is his firearm, there's no more trees, there's only songs Wandering around, down and out in the cold Trying to get home, but I don't know my location on the globe See, navigation just isn't my occupation Watch him racing around the globe making heinous proclamations My mind is a compilation of a little of this and a little of that A little bit soul, a little bit rap, a smidgen, a twist of his mom and his dad A little bit pissed when he thinks of his past, emotionally broken and bound in a cast If time was his money, my man it ain't funny, this minute we're living in would be his last So go ahead and laugh, because I'm just being crass An ass, smoking grass, passing gas in the back of class It's not a problem, long as you just keep creating So I'll sit back in my chair, without a care, alliterating Simon says silly symbols saunter sadly, slinging sabers Soliloquist Psyco's singing sinks sadistically, a slayer Sacking succinctly statements stated by simeon sayers Sergeant Savior shan't submit so swiftly against Occam's Razor

Bartender, another drink This situation's got me not wanting to think Too much stimulation's got my mind aching My synapses breaking Hands shaking as the nerves break down Molars cry as I crack their crowns A single tear marks a trail down the side of my cheek As it's forced to leave its place of peace It's hard sometimes a bard, his rhymes Is the only expressionist capable of painting the picture His blood and sweat taint the page of the scripture With a BAC so high you can't help but question the words But what's he to do? He'd rather let the blood flow than keep on feeling blue Dreams of peace, a feeling fresh and new He means he needs the feast of feeling You Through the avenues and bi-ways Composure calloused, cretins got me looking sideways Hurting for rest, but I stopped hoping Because the jackals force me to keep my eyes open Sleep is the cousin of Death, and Fear's his disciple Learning to sickle through Life's cycles Darkness, his father, reaps all the rewards As the horseman wields his bloodied sword You see it's something like the butterfly Who has to break it's cage if it would reach the sky No aid can be sought Because without struggle all his previous efforts would be for naught Alone he must fight To enjoy the light before the fall of night Those stars shine bright with all their might But they too shall fall beneath the Reaper's scythe No I stalk through this jungle Eyes peeled, looking for a chick who want to tumble Seeking solace in the place mammals once called home More meditative than the holy Om You know you're not alone, and never will be Wrapped in warm sheets, pink, smooth, and silky Where does it end? Where the story begins Adam and Eve committing that most ancient of sins Skin: the finest fabric of reality No greater cloth in the galaxy could be conceived The pursuit which turns kings to fools Finding a princess to play with the royal jewels Yea, I'm talking about my dick Getting thick as it tastes that kiss Lay my head in between those hips To find resolution upon those lips

Hey baby girl, hey diddle diddle Hey mommy, let me meet your cat, you know I'm nice with a fiddle Whether I like you a lot or only like you a little Baby, I'm just a silly monkey, trying to get up in your middle I'm just playing, unless you want to do it This truant is oh so fluent in female movements Who is this? The protegee of Freud Psychosexual emcee, show you the science feminine joy The skills I employ were learned from my bible The Bible? Not that bible, the Kama Sutra, it's more reliable My charm's undeniable, hoes can't resist This detective, unveiled all of Victoria's secrets When he gets it in his head to take them to bed There is no stopping him, fuck whatever it was that Simon said So watch your girl, lest she creep And while your reading between lines, she's creaming between sheets Yes indeed, Psyco Ra is a modern day Don Juan Syllable serpent, las chicas call me Poppi Python I got dames from here to Taiwan And children, always remember to put a jimmy cap on Girl, you don't understand the things you do to me Is there a mirror in your pants, I see me in your booty jeans My mind's stressed and looking for peace You've got my cock loaded and seeking release Let's just see how deep he can get I'm like Romeo, before he found Juliet One day I'll find love, not at the moment though This nutty professor just wants to be the beef in your burrito Psyco, you know there's none hotter Baby you know I love it when you call me big poppa Homies hold your gats, please don't shoot up the place son These ladies looking ready for some procreation I get more brain than Hannibal Lector Your dame chose me because you neglect her Sitting somberly in Satan's sector Seducing succubi to suck the sin straight out of Psyco's sceptre Oh so fine, position 69 A little shock treatment sends chills up your spine This doggy's style is wild Kindergarten taught me well, you'll get yours and I'll get mine Just tell me what you want, what you really really want And I'll give you what you want, what you really really want Do you want it in the top, in the middle, in the trunk It's Mr. Me Myself and I, We do it every way at once My agenda, please the opposite gender Hoes in area codes from Cali to Kenya Now, I've heard it said the G-spot isn't findable My penis sees it clearly like my dick's wearing the Monocle

I am the great I am Go ahead and let Him judge me, like I really give a damn That means that I'm a threat to gods, what a compliment I am honored, though it's not my greatest accomplishment Now, who exactly am I? I'm not sure I think therefore I am and that is really all I need to know Everything else is merely semantics Worthless arguments, discharged armaments and childish antics I am the shepherd boy, little lambs, so follow me As I play my Stradivarius like do, re, mi Fa, so, la, ti, don't mistake his madness For that of any other monster lurking underneath of your mattress Speaking of which it's time to lay thee down to sleep But I'm not looking for souls to keep, it's far more fun to reap So count your blessings that you haven't been taken Unless you pops is Liam Neeson than your ass is forsaken Once upon a time I was nothing more than a fairy tale Like Santa Clause, the Easter Bunny and the Holy Grail Like everybody on Earth is born equal Like I'm not thinking of smashing the moment I see you I be kicking it with Jesus on the weekends, putting work in Chilling with Muhammed and his 72 virgins Needless to say they weren't virgins no more We had them squirming, yearning, verging on the title of whore I am what you would be, if you only could be What you feel you should be, but never will be The most effectively coagulated scoop of primordial soup To ever wander on the surface of Satan's roof Constantly pissing on the dividing line Between acceptable and abominable, what a childish crime But I'm the child of a design Whose intelligence I insult every time that I rhyme

Donnie was a nice guy Never went astray, always stayed on the light side Couldn't tarry with the forces of ill If others were moving weight, Donnie was sitting still Wouldn't call him a weak kid But the nice guy shit won't get you chicks to sleep with Loins yearning for a little bump and grind Ain't want to be too forward, just wanted some behind (Her name was Red) She spotted the nice guy thing Seductive, making sure she showed off her tongue ring It kind of gave Donnie a scare Before long she had him underneath the covers, bare And goddamn, what a wild ride Donnie was in love, ready to make her his bride But she wasn't anywhere to be seen She just needed him to make her man's green Vince was a married man Ring on his hand hers cost a couple grand High school sweeties, turtle doves in a tree It wasn't long before they had a family But the family thing can get pretty stale Nice house, white picket fence, a dog, what a pretty tale But biology is constantly lurking And Vince's wife wasn't letting him skirt in (Her name was Red) Little cute in his office space A damsel in a dress, Vince wanted a taste Told his wifey he was working late Sick and tired of going home to masturbate Before long she had him buying her things For just a little bit of change she was down to do something strange But soon the wife found out And Vince didn't even get to keep the doghouse Jordan was a wealthy lad Ain't work a day in his life, thanks to his rich dad Spoiled brat, throwing parties all the time Easy enough for him to get that behind Pops died, but the money remained Growing older, decided it was time for a change Needed a trophy he could call his wife With whom to spend the rest of his life (Her name was Red) Twenty something with a body like wow Extra long tongue, she ain't mind going down You know how the story goes She wanted to get the Emperor into his new clothes Wedding bells and a honeymoon A few years of fun, but that life would end soon The love of money was what brought her there For a life of luxury, a few years was a fine fare

Farewell, au revoir Mon cheri, mon fille, mon ami, lady Gardevoir For us there is no tomorrow So I suck all of the succulence from parting, but there ain't no sorrow It was such a harrowing end But this here feeling of relief is such that I would probably do it again Because without that hurt There would be nearly as much ecstasy underneath this skirt This jawnt is a freak I love how she be loving to get under the sheets The symphony swells This lunatic's up in Anita's ward, ringing her bells Yea, this shit's real nice Did it once, did it twice, got a bite and then we did it thrice So thanks for the times Going to go pick up a dime, fuck your flat-ass behind Farewell, au revoir Foolish friends who pretend to defend, you are all no more Thought I was a dope But now I'm chilling with the Pope, you hanging with soap-on-a-rope Looking like a fool Who cares how popular you used to be in high school The last bell has rung Now you're just another average, ordinary bum Reached your peak at 16 Can't grow up, still acting like a goddamn preteen It's such a shame Motherfuckers like you still playing childish games Need to grow the hell up Can't even manage to get laid from chicks who sell fucks So thanks for the sport I'm moving on to the future, we'll no longer consort Farewell, au revoir To the pain I sustained to my brain, psychic rifts and scars Thought it'd never end But now it's over, I never want to do that fucking shit again Yea it was necessary But those moments of uncertainty were certainly very scary Life is like a game Except there is no rule book to tell you how you should be playing Who could have wrote such a thing A being with a quill that is a feather from an angel's wing Maybe life is a dream Or an illusion, because most things are not what they seem Belay the existential crisis It's time to settle into a life rife with niceness So thanks for the lessons No more fears, doubts, disbeliefs or second guessing

Once upon a time there was a little lad Bound by disgust and distrust of his friggin' dad Head filled with images Far too disturbing to exist in a little kid They was eating him up Anger and hate left his soul corrupt So much wrath That if he let it go, the whole cosmos'd bathe in the blood bath Sad, imprisoned in his psyche Azka-banned from the land where he might be Free to express what was brewing in his mental Feelings of stress got him feeling existential What a crazy display Knifed in the back, in between each vertebrae Sorry, but I'm feeling disconnected Memory bank has been infected You might wonder what it means I mean he seemed cool, calm, collected and serene But that was just the actor's facade Reading a script written by the most twisted of gods The bastard with a capital G Sent his son to endure all his blasphemies Doing battle with a titan Psychic scars mar the fields they were fighting in And even though he won the war He couldn't escape old habits of the warrior PTSD No seppuku, he only wished to die peacefully But he kept on awakening Probably because he knew there were better things awaiting him Lost in my metaphoric fallacies Trying to find analogies It's just a matter of time until he's out of his mind Until he starts doing crimes, his only way to unwind Trying to recover his marbles Before he meets a fate most horrible Damn those witches, three Shakespeare engineered such bitches, geez Trying to do him like Macbeth Give him a taste of power and then bring him death But he ain't going out like that Grabbed his bootstraps, pulled himself out that trap Survivor of a cycle of destruction Chaos, envy, fear, sloth, corruption Now he's trying to bring others up Out of the dark, because living in a cavern sucks Bathe in the Sun's luster Thus spoke Siddhartha, the Prophet and Zarathustra