"When you hear me freestylin', you know it's only chaos,
Like mixing up a paradox, lemon cake with hot sauce.
Edit to add my own.
Quantitate the reality
of the bones in your closet
the press of insanity
in your own mental mosh pit
The craze of a night
torn by sharp claws of fear
regaining your sight
at least for this year
breaking out, a parasite of the mind
push it off, fight down
making me go blind
how do you kill it if it can't be found?
Must be caught in the act and mentally bound.
Didn't see it til to late
started feeding on my thoughts
So I thought I would reciprocate
now I'm finding out the cost.
