Is it unnatural to have this love-hate relationship with myself?
Wish you would fucking butt out when I'm trying to rhyme
Son, I can help- I've got words that I'd like to use but i choose to bite my tongue
Such a cunt- you're never amounting to something with that mountian of manure you're chowing down in chewless swallows
Now what mother say if she heard that word- hey you love her?...don't you? what's your problem- why won't you call her?
Cause I'm God's only prophet- solitary particle- thankful for my momma's womb-hardly a product of the drama
Come on, come off it-you're not a godsend, you're a splotch upon a drawing, painted way before you got here
What a novel concept. I'd agree but have to argue- I've promised myself ne'er to follow
You're lost within the cosmos then, I've no time to find you till tomorrow