[Verse 1] Help to go around. I know how that might sound. But, hell, I'm still around. And I still help myself. I'm just doin' what I do, either way, everyday. Anyway that you put it, you ain't puttin' it away. And with these in my sleeves, I can make you disappear, so, When the rain's all gone, we can all see clear. I'm doin' alright. And yourself? That's cool. I'm just gonna take my purchase, And leave my way to school. So I'm learnin' how it be, walkin' away from you. Actions are louder than words. Oh, you know that's true. So, we won't talk. I take my lagniappe and leave. "Thank you," "You're welcome." Too many words to breathe. Why can't we keep quiet, just quiet like the crickets? We don't like each other's voice, But it's how we doin' business. So I'm doin' aight. It's not like I'm miserable. I mean, I could do better, But I ain't much for killin' you. Okay, I'll just leave now. It's been nice meetin' you. And I know you left the tip, But you should probably also leave a few. That would be nice--make the time worthwhile. But if I bother you too much, go 'head, turn the dial. And we can part ways, like "Bam!" It's a wrap. I'm cool, either way, but I want my lagniappe. [Chorus x2] Lagniappe in my lap, like a holiday wrap. But it's too good for my health, like a chicken attack. The fact that I'm at where it's come to that is crap, Yes ma'am, but I want my lagniappe. I want my lagniappe, like crap, yes ma'am. That it's come to that where it's at is a fact. Like a chicken attack, the health ain't so bad. A holiday wrap, like lagniappe in my lap. [Verse 2] Never have I ever severed my head, Or beat it to the weather. Clever, if I thought I was dead or losin' feathers. Well, collectors of bread should know, It ain't much better, Than the letters of recommendation, In case of dilemmas. Oh, no. Just slow down the tempo. Or not. You can let it go. So, when it's more out the door, the tow to the truck, Gonna beat on the floors. And the "no" to the "but," Gonna properly address all the fresh to the flow. Go to the store and request a refund. If the "hell" to the "no" should ever must come, Then tell to the bro that death must be fun. Man, you know I was jokin'. Lagniappe's what we want. And it comes in a little baggy, wrapped tight and neat, And snuggly when it's happy. In fact, we know what it is, 'Cause if the cashier is pretty, Many men gonna wish for some def on a 50. Man, we be so loud, we'll bring some deaf to the city. And was it all worthwhile? Most definitely. That's why everywhere I go, I got professors with me, 'Cause ain't no way I'd stand a chance, Standin' next to Vinnie. I took the change from her hand. Kinda soft, hell yeah. And I got a little smile. She was soft, real there. So I got a coupon. 50 off. Deal ends, By the end of the night. Lagniappe still here. [Verse 3] Cleverly omnipotent, verily, we ignorant, System in the shiverings. Crystal pic is sickening. Hella ticklish with chivalry. This, again, depicts accurately the gist of it. Killin' it with a hint of sh-- hangin', By the thread in the nostrils and, Drippin' down my chin and lips. Come, why don't you slip me a tip, again? I'm only treatin' it like a religion. And I'm only introducing a certain trueness, To the hue of the operation, In case of some foolishness. You, in there, come give me some lagniappe. Matter of fact, give me several after you check me out. Yes, I do mean it hetero. And, after thus intercourse, I certainly had better go. Do I want a bag? What? Oh, never, no. And if I wanted money, then, hell, I would tell her/teller so, And shoot in the air. But, no, let's keep it regular. I'll walk on to the counter and, Order me some help to go. I want my lagniappe. Homie, just screw the purchase. I ain't tryin' to wait long. Homie, this is kinda urgent. So, if need be, I'ma stick you in the gut, And scurry away, stuff you in a rut, For safe-keeping and leave ya there to rot. Coulda been so easy. Oh, dang, what a tut! What? No, I'm good, let's keep the case shut. So let's part ways, like "Bam!" It's a wrap. Either way this ends, I want my lagniappe.

[Verse 1] Voracious fugacious dangers makin’ faces, Out my window pane, Takin’ my patience and my will to behave. It’s insane and so, after that fleeting moment, I turned my head toward the spaces, And just aimlessly drift off without a trace. It feels like ages since I’ve been layin’ on that, Mattress in the basement, But, when I open my eyes, I’m right back in that place. And I can’t seem to remember, Anything I’ve seen in my dream. It all seemed so important, But things would just leave, fadin’ quickly. Fugacious singing, please, I want to take you with me. But I’m only left with figments, I can’t even remember clearly. Oh, Dreary Deary, let me know if you can hear me. I’m weary and appearin’ out my window, Are these faces, sneering. Please, don’t let them near me. I’m peerin’ at them before their disappearin’ and, I wonder if I’ll ever see them again. It’s clearly nothin’ I’m perceivin’ clearly. My mind’s bleary and it’s only workin’ off of theories. [Verse 2] Woke up. Sun shone through the window. Couldn’t recall what happened apopse. Apparently, it wasn’t noteworthy. These folks, blurry, keep goin’ out of focus early. Hold the jury. They got nothin’ to go on. Let them 12 angry blokes go on home early, Even if they don’t deserve it. I just remember goin’ to sleep, And wakin’ up in the morning. So I stood up to go on with what I’d hope, Would be a normal day. I met my quota, hurried back home, And closed the ferry, Shouldn’t worry ‘bout the things I learn can hurt me, ‘Cause, even though it’s so disturbing, To know that the monsters in my opus, Fly into my bedroom, I can close the curtains and know, for certain, Everything outside can’t come close to burn me. But everything inside is anything but fugacious. They perform the torture slowly, Holdin’ me down while they test my patience, Mostly designed to just procure my anger, With only a second the change it. [Verse 3] I went to bed that night. I never woke up. Without a doubt, the shadow of the doubt, Couldn’t choke up the introduction. I didn’t even know it showed up. Hold up the close-up and focus it enough, To know it wasn’t so robust. I won’t pretend it is. I won’t pretend it was. I’ll just let you know how much time, Until I’m dead and gone. Too late. Never thought it would there and done. Don’t even bother blinking. You’ll miss seeing the whole world blow up. It’s so fugacious. Don’t complain. It was always worth the wait, But never the same, After growin’ so damn weight/wait-less. Impatience is a virtue. Don’t waist it on a commercial. The native tongue twists and gurgles, And fate is a faceless murder. These days, I think my breakfast, Schemed a prison break, With dinner plates in close proxemics. Don’t let ‘em go. They will escape! Now, I ain’t holdin’ ‘em back. I’m just slackin’ on surveillance, Too quick to even notice that. These blokes are fugacious.

[Verse 1] Never had a word that described my diction. Inscribed in the bricks is things that I built with. Little did I know about such linguistics. Slither in the filth, but don’t start to bicker. Ticker on my built got a snag on the picture, And ripped it apart, along with the fiction. Six in the morning got a start on dhikr. Think of the sticks in the palms of the brethren. Yes, it’s death—not a cause of vengeance. Partial to the cross, like I’m partly Christian. Krishna’s religion got a conscious vision. Islam, on another hand: Qur’anic scriptures. Don’t tell me that the world got a harnessed wisdom, Involved in suspensions. Things that are witnessed in the blink of an eye, Ain’t got enough tension to be askin’ why, So we keep our eyes open and sift through the sky. No need to pry. But the clink of the heels got me right where I wanna, And, at the same time, where the plague is upon us. Now, pray the apocalypse don’t make me stronger, So give me the slither, the ticker, The vowels in a tongue to be grimacing pictures. Friendly indecision to petition for the business. Simple as a nit-wit. I’m willing to wing it with it ringing in a wish-list, With the wittiest of winters, Witherin’ in the wind again. Whistle with the weather, Whether or not it will or willn’t will us to, Wiggle in the deathbed. I’ll pretend that the illness will allow us to risk it It’s shrillest when the killers come near us. I hope that they isn’t within, The proxemics of the inkjets. Think to the brink of non-existence. Fiends get sick with a cough and the sniffles. It’s hard to deliver, And impossible to riddle up consciousness in God, After everything that I’ve starved to be sick of. Carve a guerilla out of stone, When the bones been thrown under thrones. Go ahead and clone the clones and don’t go home. Cause for a stick-up when the claws gotta prick up, And the clause gotta kill us. Well, Allah’s got the ticker. Don’t starve for a trigger. I’m startin’ to shiver with a hawk and a hiccup. I’m hardly a killer, but I’ll pause for a figure. And I’m prone to be slow, but, for souls, I’ll speed up. It’s cold in the globe. Put love in the shiverer. Chivalrous shipwrecks skittle with rivers in a iceberg. Shuffle with sheep in wolf-skins. Simple ‘cause shrill in a shrink with skinny rugs. Shrug with a ship full of shoulders, Suspiciously shivvin’ a short sister, With the chitter and the chatter. Don’t dribble or slaver. Don’t give in to cattle. The fat on the bones in the earth, Got you nibbling backwards. [Verse 2] Dinner with the breakfast. My stomach is upset, ‘cause, Better when the tension backs off a brethren— Then it’s all set to be invented. Yes, it’s in-depth, blessed to be relentless. Fend for the inner child of mine. My mind collects sentences, And impregnates a message. Messy when the ends of the seconds, Come beckoning for wrenches. I reckon the death won’t come any less, then. Fetch a select few. Heck, it’s the end of the world. Well, God-less you, You don’t confront any jewels or come with any cues. Well, XYZ said you must be confused, With the other bloke across the street. His wife makes nice food. Better pack it in a bottle and set it out to sea, To see which ones are hostile. I don’t like where this is headed. Crash-test dummies got a better day to spend with. I must confess: it’s a bit of a bad way to look faceless. The faithless little crayon got colors, Of all arrangements, but it’s brain-dead. Never suspect something was aimless. Nevertheless, it’s contagious. Dangerous thoughts creepin’ in from the basement. I base this daze on the beauty that you came with. Patience takes a long time to get goin’ with. All of my life, only thing I’d know was this. And hold the thought—better wrap it in sheep-wool. Feed it to the wolves, And hope that they can keep full. But they just slaver for more. Get back out of the door, And let them ravage the scene. I guess it’s safe to see, I only feigned bailiwick for peace, But I’m back for sure, Lookin’ at sakina with a straight face. All is amiss. I find myself in a strange place. I’m finding light where I feigned faith. But I’m seeing things clearer, Where I never thought I’d see ‘em. Hope is a beautiful woman I found, In another human being. And she’s teaching me about things I forgot existed. The homunculus in me is askin’ God to forgive him. And I can’t forget things, That I’ve always been regrettin’, Like every little second that comes at me with a TEC, And I’m just trekkin’ and I’m bettin’ that, Nothing can be definite while everything is set to this. Let the leaves turn orange and pour in forthwith, From the corners of the horrible ocean, Torturin’ a soloist with contortionism. Pour in all the flourish. Come aboard. I hope your swimmin’ is immaculate, Or else you might drown in an accident, That’s only bound to happen, When I’m plannin’ to steal half of it. Don’t think I’ve gone insane—I’m just savin’ my death, From the clutches of life that’s stealin’ my last breath.

Slaver when I’m smellin’ the flavor of the barbecue, In the backyard of my neighbors. An elderly couple, they got that big family. Everything in the package for a big fee, Lagniappe, and a cost for shipping. Ring the doorbell just to check what’s happenin’. A woman at the door, She was lookin’ right back at me. She was beautiful and about my age. She had me feelin’ nervous—didn’t know what to say. “My apologies, señorita, for disturbin’ your evening.” I was hella embarrassed. I couldn’t see straight. Turned around and walked down the steps, Right back to my house, and went right to bed. My thoughts were scattered. Instead of bein’ a savior to take away my pain, My sudden thoughts for that woman, Only made her my slaver. I didn’t know how to face her. And there was nothin’ I could do, But think away the day. Yup, you might call me obsessed. You might call me creepy. Hell, I won’t deny it. She got a hold of Sheepy. We can spend time together. Man, I gotta stop dreaming. Things ain’t gonna go like that, But I can’t seem to stop from imagining. It makes me slaver. I ain’t thinkin’ ‘bout sex. I just wanna spend time with her. What’s the matter? I can spot her everyday, But know it ain’t gonna happen. Damn, I just gotta have her. She smells so good, it reminds me of a bakery. I told her that, once. She just looked at me strangely. I looked out my window one night, real vacantly. Her curtains were drawn, But there wasn’t no vacancy. I just saw her silhouette, undressin’ real nakedly. I turned away, trying to fight against the slavery. Then I turned back and saw blood spray aimlessly. She drew up the blinds. I saw a dead man dangling. “What the hell?” Spottin’ me gawkin’, she flashed her fangs, angrily. She slavered with blood. She just wanna get a taste of me. I was tensed up, dangerously. The body in her bedroom, Was just about as pale as me. Anxiously, I backed away, Desire turnin’ to piss in my pants. I guess this is what I get for thinkin’, She could be a Mrs. Sheeplocks. It didn’t pivot as planned. Damn…

[Verse 1] Heterogenesis. Comparisons don't fare like this, Where everything that dares exist with experiments, And appearances appear as if explicit discretion, Has taken care of this. Don't clear the ditch, Until we carry bodies to bury with this, Monotonous concoction. Cock the hammer back and promise no tomorrow, To ya'll that gots to split. I hawk to spit all the false prophets, In our own little pot or dish. Hypothesis will clobber this, When shepherds ain't up for auctionin'. I eat a bag of MSG and ask a girl to message me. Tether me to the smithereens. You're killin' me with dead MC's. I'm from the flesh and genes from absolutely, Nothing and everything. You'd better breathe and better see, The enemy use better schemes to, Trip the coalition. The mission is on a skid, From the last intermission to the figments. And make sure you don't forget 'em. Hid 'em in a cryptic prison. Fish 'em from the depths unless you're, Lookin' for something different. I'm finna hide away 'till the sun's risen, And illuminates a vision never glimpsed, In the previous thicket. I thought you would remember. Ain't it the damnest coincidence? Or is everything we say and do, Scripted from the beginning? If it is, then xenogenesis ain't something, So upsetting, is it? It's xenogenic. I'm energetic with the prospect, Of bein' what I'm left with, And, considering what I'll be left with, I'll be whatever I let it. Don't get it. Then forget it. I killed the shepherd. I don't regret it. Beheaded him, confessed my contentment. I never felt I was the best. It's inevitably what must be said, Because the clock is mysterious, delirious. It's furious. It harvests rotten flesh. Bitter rippin' to ribbons and slivers of, Cinnamon children when shivers come hither. Get it ready for the dinner-date. Whither in the winter and whether it will or willn't, Will differ with the willest and the villains, Whilst they dribble in giberish. Nepotism next to rhythm helps to kill 'em. Clever livin' with the intimate distance, Visits vivid pictures of pillars that be slippin', Into riddles when the pebbles hit 'em. Kill 'em, Ali, with a punch when you, Ring him brittle fixture. Clobber the anonymous apostrophe, When it gotta be lost in astronomy. Stop to sneeze and stop the beast, When it stomps the streets. Gestapo freeze pictography. I gotta seize my wobblin' knees. My hearts at peace, 'cause I forgot to breathe. [Chorus] I am xenogenic. You are xenogenic. We are xenogenic. It's just inevitable. [Verse 2] Back to the bus stop. It's 'bout that time, When I recline in my seat—watch the bus drive by. I've got that peace in mind, So no need to pry into the past. I got things to find. I'm free, at last. And I don't think it's irrelevant, That every little second has, Proven to the pendulum that, When it lollops in the wind, The world will sit next to it. Whether that's a positive or negative, Is known via negligence. Now, I don't think I'm that useless that, With every little second comes, A package of nuisance. Well, who's this? He's a little bloke I once knew, Back when I couldn't prove this, World was so foolish, tryin' to steal all my two cents. Ooh, kid! You'd better watch where your food spits. Flu's get everyone else on a mood trip, And I don't even know if the last of the mantras, Plan to go through with this. [Verse 3] Better when breath of a brethren bends letters, Depending on the best of the bailiwicks, And blessed to be pestilent. I'm breakin' the pair of bricks and beckoning pelicans. Don't be upset. It's inevitable. I'm steppin' on diligence and my preference is, Pregnant with decadence in, Children and fathers and mothers, Boxers and lovers and stellar shit. Don't bother the others. They're busy kissin' Benjamin and, Stompin' on brothers. I know, everybody ignorant and, homie, You ain't innocent. Frisk individuals, When crickets need a pendulum. Assassinate the elephants and, Aggravate the characters. I'm packin' with the caravan, To stagger as a peregrine. Matter of fact is this: Don't flatter the terrorists. We're that incomparable. "Jihad" is just Arabic for "struggle," Like that hustle that you carry with 24/7. It's a heterogenic Ferris wheel. It's xenogenic. I'm xenogenic. And don't you forget it. When the world closes its eyes, The best you can do is just behead it. Instead, you conceptually edit it. Forget it, then. I'm headed to a world where, Nothing is so evident.

Verse 1 – Sheeplocks] Think about a sheep in the wolf-skin. Bloke can roam and flow cold with the ocean. Hold it for a moment and pose the whole thought, Groped with the ropes and, Slowly unfold the potion from the hole in your torso. Soar in the ozone with no clothes and, Even when the sol shows, you don't know, etsi k'etsi. It's sketchy. You can't see. It's so-so. Sheep with the fangs so dangerous, It feigns existence. Pain to be livin' within it for a minute, Livid with the fangs that'll rip you to wishes. Ballistics in the distance, Things that'll kill ya dreamt in a vision, When ya slept in a prison. Didn't you ever consider visiting the princess, In the kingdom? Put glace in her drink and kiss her ring finger, Preceding your entrance. And the end of the banquet has you needin', To leave it quickly into the dead of the evening. [Chorus] Sheep in the wolf-skin, creepin' into your skin. Creed of the fortress sneaks to the pulpit. I've seen the blood drip, drippin' from the tree branch. Swear that the bark was made of human meat, Packed together. Coat it with some sheep wool. Keep cool in the winter. Let the frost gnaw at your feet. Full flock got the wolves salivatin'. And watching from the back is that feigned sheep. Fangs fascinatin'. [Verse 2 – T. Hossain] When it’s all talk, they all acting like the wolves When it’s time for action their the sheep in the wool The call the system broke, The spokes smote and rope tighten Its time for a comeback, remember the titans And suddenly their incensed I bought incense in cents I guess it’s not flash enough Wolves try to back em up The silents assassin strikes, The golden gun is with him Truth is his name And falsehood is his victim Rub the magic lamp and the genie appears Tells me with a stroke of the beard, The economies too bad, no wishes this year Dramatize the hoax Victimize the hope Instinctive, vindictive, like a boa, constricted Evicted more often than not, But soon again uplifted, then gifted [Verse 3 – Sheeplocks] Deadly suspicion up in it, atmospherin', Sheep takin' the ears off a magician, So there ain't a chance of hearin', The fears that can be peerin', Over shoulders of sheep-shearers. Uncover the sheep within it and, Come across something weird: A wolf in the vicinity. You're killin' me. They chilling screams, Get to overseein' their death very clearly, When a sheep comes leerin' out the inner beast. The killings cease--only for a moment, 'Till they hit the trees. Then we see the fangs, flashed feign, Makes the blood go insane. The brain's still at peace and the bones fix the frame. Amidst the pain, sleep, Sheep-walkin' through the reign, And the rain and the days skip by with the prayers, Like a freight train. Play the benign, but you hate games. Paint the collage with a painstake. Pray Vietnam got a great day. Flock thee with facepaint. God hears you say grace, So don't even feign it was-- Sheep in the wolf-skin, creepin' into your skin...

[Verse 1] Never mind the patience or the pace given, To the glace livin’ in the same distance, Perfectly placed, faithlessly traced, In the pages of the gracious prayers. The princess faints on a daily basis, On the glass of the bedroom tables and, Hold up a minute. Waitress runs down to the basement, Fetchin’ up the nurse with her own first-aid kit. Fix her brain and pretty up her face, In time for the banquet. Play with her lace, young man, And place some glace in her drink. Make her think she’s famous. Better mind the fragrance. It’s there for a reason. Go ahead and taste it. It’s a wild wild world, young girl. Don’t leave the castle. It’s just too dangerous. Was a pretty, young, thing—looked just an angel, Body with the shape like a vase, half-full. Got a beautiful frame, make-up all arranged. She looks like a rainbow. She’ll never be in danger, Never leave the safety, But she’s stuck in the walls all alone with a rapist, Prey to her slavers. She’s been lookin’ really anxious. Lookin’ out her window, I wonder if she’ll make it. [Chorus] Glace in her drink, I don’t know what she would think, If she only knew that her world was extinct. They just dipped her in ink, And wove a story completely, Feigned and at the brink of never existing. Glace in her palm, I don’t know how she’d respond, If you told her that their words meant nothing at all. I hope she can survive past their slithering tongues. Just let the beautiful princess write her own song. [Verse 2] Never mind the image or the pictures, Ripped in an instant from the face of an infant. She’s got ‘em beautiful lips and eyes that’d twist ya. Never thought I’d miss them. Makes you wanna kiss them. I shiver from a distance. She’s standin’ on the bridge, Leadin’ into the castle, Lookin’ out to the world she’s frisked of. I didn’t even know her kingdom was so closed off— Be the only place she lived it. And the prince comes out, Put his arm around her waist, Led her back to the prison. He considers her his bitch and he cripples her, Convincing her she’s protected, From the danger in his grip, And she’s been trippin’, believin’ no different. Sickening business. Amidst all the make-up and the glitter, That’s covering her face, she’s sick of all the glace, But didn’t consider any way that she’d be the victim. I wouldn’t know what to say, girl. Whether they had feigned the existence, Of a safe vision, Or a place hidden in the faithless distance, They just “cater to her wishes”, And rape her consistent, With the conviction of keepin’ her ignorant, Of everything legitimate, Like they’re interested in her well-being. Giving birth to her children, it’s simply homogenic. [Verse 3] Never mind the orange that rolls on the floor, To catch worms, so-on, and so-so. Rub it all off on your torso. And sit back to adore the enormous adornments, And ornaments. Pour in the orange juice, And slide some glace in the corner, To make her taste so adorable. The rapport is closely accorded, With the permanent sojourn. It’s like God don’t exist where these people, Stay close to persist, to conform to addiction. Don’t spoil the shit or distort the princess. They look forward to livin’ in a world, in a world, Where they glace can lift them to god-status. God has a better plan than them and I’ve had it, With their shenanigans. Back off. It’s a wrap and I’m ravaging all that glace.

[Verse 1] Rapine. Skitter-scatter rappers, When they ripple backwards in the wind. The pitter-patter of the feet begin to echo, In your heads when the chitter-chatter, Between you and yourself gets a little faster, And more practiced. Predict your conversations, Like you were talkin’ with Satan. I’m facin’ the congregation, And I don’t even know what I’m sayin’, But their faces are filled with amazement as I’m pacin’, Between the phrases and the points, That I’m always bent on making. I can see my corpse in the mirror. Ain’t no disillusionment there. The crippled chair in the corner is where I stood, To let the noose hang. I ain’t talkin’ ‘bout suicide. I’m talkin’ ‘bout loose change, Because the faces on my two cents, Ain’t about the truth. They just wanna get the cute glace, From the beautiful princess, Like a plaque or a new vase. They just wanna be amused, babe. They don’t care what you think. Don’t lose faith, though, before it’s too late. And I can ramble and gamble my life, In the talons of a pterodactyl, But, no matter what happens, She’s rapine my conscious. I’m tryin’ to wrap my subconscious, Around the raps oblongata. But, honestly, I’m just glad that she’s conscience. [Chorus] Rapine. Fantastic. A beautiful phantom captures, All I imagine. I can’t grasp this magnetism, Or the fact that I’m livin’ in a prism. Petition to keep my head spinnin’. If it was never different, it was never religion. Never had insomnia or set it up livid If it was all reality, it’s all a scheme. Never told me it was all a dream. [Verse 2] Rapine. I can’t capture the frame. I feign existence, And I’m glad to be sane. My brain’s twisted, And it’s wrapped in a slave. Don’t cave business. I don’t have to be Cain to slay Abel. And I’m slaverin’ brainage and Claymation. Don’t ever tinker with riddles. I’ve got to ringlead the village and care to, Bring her a pencil. I know she’s thinkin’ a little. I hope she’s thinkin’ a little about how real, My dreams feelin’ when she’s makin’ appearances, And stealin’ the pyramids. I’m peerin’ into holes in my pillow, Tryin’ to figure just how simple it must be. A tear in the system, must be a glitch, And they’ll fix it soon enough and she’ll, Disappear forever. I was never supposed to quit bein’, The man in the middle. I know I’m killin’ the perfectly chiseled world, Steppin’ into dangerous territory. Well, when the figments of my forgotten dream, Are ever-present, the puzzle is xenogenic, The sister is evanescent. [Verse 3] Rapine. Don’t know what else might happen. So far, it’s been incredulous, incredible. I’m ridin’ with the pendulum infected with my spittle. After all, I thought a pitiful chapter was up, For grip n’ grabbin’. My cynical mastermind is plenty sick of the pastor. I made a trip to Never Land, And I skipped back to reality, To be right back to nightmarin’ and daydreamin’, Where nothin’ is ever really how it may appear to be. But I was never taught to kill at will. Window sills have appeal for perfectly illest nil. Or, rather, if the illest will happen, I can spill a chill down my windpipe and think, “Well, if God wills, it will.” I ain’t a still life killer painting. Stuff the bailiwick, Right down my trachea. I’m bailin’ out on the Matrix. She can find me in my cranium. If it wasn’t so fugacious, I might see the day lit, thanks to ya.

[Verse 1] Woke up in the night—realized I was dreaming. I stood up, all the memories gone with evening. Lookin’ out my window, the sun was up, starin’, Even though, just a moment ago, it was apparent, That the darkness wouldn’t give. The heartless couldn’t live. I walked out the front door, a ghost town up ahead. Anomie pandemonium, if only it could help me up. Unfold the doldrums. My congratulations and condolences for everything, That don’t exist. Slowly, an approachable moment, Consoles and holds the bricks, That make up the truth, and contort the fiction, Slaughter the fish, and give in to conditions. That don’t mean it don’t batter my head ‘till, The ladder is dead and the latter is fed, To the cannibals and I can’t bake the bread, In the same oven cookin’ human flesh. And, at best, I give in to temptations. The absolute worst? I die on my way to the basement. Basic survival skills kill and debase this, Daily contagious animal’s bailiwick. [Verse 2] Voracious fugacious dangers makin’ a painting, Of the landscape I’ve learned to escape with, And dread ‘till I hate it. Pain in my name to my slaver. Slave ‘till I die to the made and the Maker. And I don’t think of the blackness ridden, But the back of the mirror, That I’ve strived to see the face of. And when I catch these riddles, I look for tongue-twisters, So I wouldn’t have the say them, But that just makes it more difficult. If I don’t break the mirror, then maybe my faith will, If I hadn’t drained the container, At the bank of the river. Well, kill the endangered, Unless there’s a possible chance I might save them. But, otherwise, love aside, I’m conscious of these pages. Glace in my glass, I was taught to be patient. Taste got the upper hand. I’m starvin’ for a daydream. I sleep where the sheep are grazing. [Verse 3] Never had a word I knew how to use. I’m illiterate, I’m deaf, and I’m blind and mute. In my dreams, I can see what I’m trying to do. I open up my mouth, but no sounds come through. Listen to the pen as it writes in blood. There’s ink my veins and paper in my love. And the face on my pillow got a pile of dust. It’s been nineteen years since I died. Enough.

[Verse 1 – Sheeplocks] Whither with a little more wiggle-room. Get a room for you and yours. Sleep well. Let the visions fuse. And skip the interviews. Disrespect a different set of bitter views, But I must intervene. Take a kill for the skull made of flesh. I've been told that it's been too soon, But I can't split the moon, not even in my daydreams, Or in the afternoons, When the moon is most prominent. Take an ax to the bruises, so they'll bleed instead of, Stagger on the noose. But the conscious precautions get, Nauseous when I start to spin, And stumble on my tippy-toes. Cough and be off with his head-- Take him to the cockpit. Tick-tock 'till the end. But the end is never here. Yo, the end is never near. Which means you've always been dead. Homie, what do you fear? I'm in fear of the time I wake up, With my eyes wide open. The sky's full of lies, That reach down to the ocean, And hold the inevitable moment, When I wake up to die. Why? Because life isn't real, And my dreams make that very clear. I'll be buried right here, where my nightmares, Can only hope to consummate. Stop in the eye of the storm-- What an awesome day, huh? I've got a poltroon vision, Which means that I've lost you, Didn't I? If not, let's pause--we can kick it. Sit beside me in the mind of a cynic, Who's too frightened to admit it, Because there's that possibility you don't even exist, And I'm afraid of fishes. What will time permit, huh? [Chorus – Sheeplocks] I don’t even know. Why go to funerals, If we’re all asleep? Life is just a dream. If I wake up right now, I swear I’ll hang myself, Outside a windowsill with a view of Hell. Put me back to sleep, but I’m scared, as well, Of all the sheep in my fairy tales. So bury me alive. I’m afraid of life. And I’m afraid that death isn’t there to die. But that my only breath is spent on love and lies. [Verse 2 – Sheeplocks] Never in a world just 5 inches wide did I ever realize, How long I could stay alive. Better yet, let the love inside, Dictate what a mistake it was, To vibe with such beautiful music. Poltroon with a tulip. Anomie. Supercalifragilistic, exhume the impudence. And cool, if the shoe fits, I only got bare feet, And I never got used to it. True liliputian, sheep in a wolf's skin. I'd as soon stick it to him but, whatever the weather, The dude looks too familiar, Too close to the perimeter around my mirror. Imperialistic nuisance got new rules for the tool shed. And I'm foolish if a finger endures the pain, With a couple of bruises. Got double the prudence and puke on improvement. Fool gets clueless when he wakes up at night, In the middle of a cruise ship, Goin' out to the sea where the sunset used to be. But, little did he know, He was the very first human being, To ever really lose his teeth. And that's cool with me, As long as I never have to use my feet, To loosely see what had never been news to me, With a loose-leaf, uselessly. And everything in this world is roughly true, With how I knew it to be. So screw the tomfoolery. I'm goin' back with Bo-Peep. I'm countin' the sheep backwards. As a matter of fact, I'm goin' back to sleep. Sweet dreams. [Verse 3 – Foul Play] Yeah, I’m Apprehensive. Call me a basket case Say it to my face if you have enough distaste There’s nothing else left to embrace All anyone craves is to appraise I can smell clean air as I pace through the haze Endlessly consumed, I live in a daze There’s no connection to a real sense of place I have no perspective towards time and space Look into the mirror, see a face so poltroon Like blood spilling from the wound, deep maroon Your audacity is what the fear will consume Left breathless, like a pharaoh resting in his tomb When the rush hits me it’s just like a monsoon Then I have to hide the feeling with a costume I try to keep myself animated, like a cartoon But every episode of my show ends on gloom I feel myself foaming at the mouth, like I was rabid Constantly paranoid, react like a savage I was born to die, so I sleep in a casket Why am I cursed with these idiosyncratics I’m always buck wild, buggin’ out like an addict But I bite my tongue instead of swallowing the tablet Demonically possessed, I’m always bringin’ havoc Yo I need an exorcist, and I ain’t even catholic We’re solving the mystery, just like Sherlock And everything that you spit, is complete schlock Hearing me rhyme like this may be a shock So wake up, Foul Play rockin’ with Sheeplocks [Chorus – Sheeplocks and Foul Play] I don’t even know. Why go to funerals, If we’re all asleep? “It was all a dream.” If I wake up right now, I swear I’ll hang myself, Outside a windowsill with a view of Hell. Put me back to sleep, but I’m scared, as well, Of all the sheep in my fairy tales. So bury me alive. I’m afraid of life. And I’m afraid that death isn’t there to die. But that my only breath is spent on love and lies. [Outro – Sheeplocks] Dichotomous anomalies. Subconscious with camaraderies. I’d love to get up out this dream, But I don’t even stop to breathe, ‘Cause if I stop, I’m dead. If I’m dead, I’m alive. If I’m alive, I’m livin’. If I’m livin’, I’ll die. But, truth be told, I’m afraid of death. I’m afraid of the end, Because the end will never come. It’s all beginning again, With the bass and drums. It’s inevitable. One day, it’ll all make sense. But every day is today and there ain’t nothin’ left. Only the sun can set and it’s begun descent.

[Verse 1] Slaver when I’m smellin’ the flavor of the barbecue, In the backyard of my neighbors. An elderly couple, they got that big family. Everything in the package for a big fee, Lagniappe, and a cost for shipping. Ring the doorbell just to check what’s happenin’. A woman at the door, She was lookin’ right back at me. She was beautiful and about my age. She had me feelin’ nervous—didn’t know what to say. “My apologies, señorita, for disturbin’ your evening.” I was hella embarrassed. I couldn’t see straight. Turned around and walked down the steps, Right back to my house, and went right to bed. My thoughts were scattered. Instead of bein’ a savior to take away my pain, My sudden thoughts for that woman, Only made her my slaver. I didn’t know how to face her. And there was nothin’ I could do, But think away the day. Yup, you might call me obsessed. You might call me creepy. Hell, I won’t deny it. She got a hold of Sheepy. We can spend time together. Man, I gotta stop dreaming. Things ain’t gonna go like that, But I can’t seem to stop from imagining. It makes me slaver. I ain’t thinkin’ ‘bout sex. I just wanna spend time with her. What’s the matter? I can spot her everyday, But know it ain’t gonna happen. Damn, I just gotta have her. She smells so good, it reminds me of a bakery. I told her that, once. She just looked at me strangely. I looked out my window one night, real vacantly. Her curtains were drawn, But there wasn’t no vacancy. I just saw her silhouette, undressin’ real nakedly. I turned away, trying to fight against the slavery. Then I turned back and saw blood spray aimlessly. She drew up the blinds. I saw a dead man dangling. “What the hell?” Spottin’ me gawkin’, she flashed her fangs, angrily. She slavered with blood. She just wanna get a taste of me. I was tensed up, dangerously. The body in her bedroom, Was just about as pale as me. Anxiously, I backed away, Desire turnin’ to piss in my pants. I guess this is what I get for thinkin’, She could be a Mrs. Sheeplocks. It didn’t pivot as planned. Damn… [Verse 2] Vampire loose. Wanna grab a noose? Get up out the booth. When the hue of the room is bathed in red, I don’t know if me and her can make it to bed. And the fat on the planet better get on crackin’. There’s blood on the scene, When she jumps into action. Lagniappe with a snack, smackin’ lips, Dip and crackers. Slaver when a splash of the blood paints the atmos. Hands on a ruger, gettin’ read to shoot her. She doin’ acrobatics, dodgin’ bullets and confusin’ ya. Get to rippin’ ya to shreds and fillin’ water balloons. And it ricochets on the pavement, Painting you into Satan. Now, stop for a moment and evaluate. What the hell we gon’ do when she salivates? I be seein’ some dudes who dance and pray, For a second in her pants. Well, that’s her prey. And that’s it for today, folks—food for thought. How the hell you gon’ avoid her, Only thinkin’ of her bra? She a slaver to the flavor disconnecting your jaw. Slaver when you see her and she’s killin’ you all. Tear you to strings, lookin’ like spaghetti. Don’t bother dressin’ up—you look like confetti. You a righty gone lefty gone food in her belly. She’s preparin’ a snack made of just some Ed n Eddy. Got it right here on the evening news: You gotta respect women ‘less they’re eager to, Put you in the mood with that sweet perfume. Now she got something to sink her teeth into. Trip on your ass. Slip into her grasp. Get hip for the magic. Kiss on the mattress. Get with the action. Now your ribs gettin’ cracked. Your hearts in her abdomen. “Shit, what happened?!” Delectable anatomy. Vampiric catastrophe. Considerable slavering and diligently damaging. Semi-automatics can’t get rid of her much faster. Onomatopoeia’s on a slip of plastic. Actually, she’s at it again and it’s tragic, Killin’ half the planet, captured in a mansion. Lobotomies and bodies get sucked dry. Fathom, she’s quicker than a rabbit, And your heartbeat ain’t gonna last, dammit.