[Verse 1] I clip in the drift. Shift it in, yes I did. I'll fix whatever shall it pinch and cut the prince. Cut a slit across his neck and kick him into a ditch. Yeah, with his friends. Uh-huh, I did it again. And when I brick up all the trends in a Benz, And flick it across the edges of this paper, It's a whole heapin' mess, 'Cause it's still lackin' the dents necessary, For a collaborative team to play pretend. Instead, let's cap the container, And move to the next pen. I'm a compassionate person. That's why I took her hand and left it taped, To the burner on full heat. Blast. As if the sun ain't enough. So, if you see me on the block, lookin' odd, Know I just don't give a... Sheeptastic. Damn, I feel famished. The practical blackness had me feelin' for magnets. And imagine if this track wasn't damaged. Just outstandin'. It's outlandish. When I fill up on caterpillars, the simplest of dinners, Sound realer than a chap stick. And I mean it to the brimmest, Of the grimmest of the image of the most simplistic. Now don't tell me that ain't consistent. I've been doin' this for a livin', Though I was born yesterday. Homie, that's how life goes when it's only been a day, In the life of who knows. [Verse 2] I've got split personalities: the doctor and the patient. Plus I'm schizophrenic and these voices be hatin'. And I'm a little psychotic. I took my pencil and ate it. Oh, and I'm a tad avoidant. It's just hidin' in my basement. I paint it with the colors in the rainbow on my blanket. I'm somewhat of a newcomer. I took the paper and erased it, All the lines come and gone, Blank sheets in my pages. And I fill 'em slow but surely. It's like this rhythm is contagious. It'll give you Sheepyphobia. My condolences to whoever got hold of it. Just know that you're close to the dopest (who?) I hold onto the doppelganger, Of that boat of consumers, meaning, I'm here to give as opposed to the gropin' to ya, And what you got. It's almost 2 in the morning but it ain't quite 11:00. But it's almost innumerable, even in dunya, Though the hands be on the rise. You can't tell 'em to drop, Unless they back on the drooper, stoopin' low, Only to rise to the top. Got a convoluted diagnosis when I'm rappin', With Konvoluted or on my solo opus, You big dope. Don't you know that I'm claustrophobic? And I got pulled over by the cops, 'Cause the f-word was spoken--focus! Oops. [Verse 3] And I ain't finished. I'm only at the beginning, So get used to hearin' me spittin, The conditions of the friendship woven, Into the intrinsic confliction. I'm on the brink of the diction, Slippin' into a fictional decision, Deriven from the auspicious coalition. Depict the distinction in the only possible whips and, If you decide to come along, I'll be seeing you this evening. Thank you.

This goes out to all my people out there with low self-esteem. Be positive, yo. I mean, instead of thinking of all the bad things about yourself, think of all the good things. And be grateful. At least your first name ain't Sheep. At least your last name ain't Locks. And at least your sister, Goldi, Knows how to match socks (like mine don't?) Hey, at least your right leg didn't forget to work right. And even if it did, At least they never cut your shirt (right?) Homie, at least you ain't meticulous, Yet horribly disorganized. At least you never woke up, Thinking the whole world had died (well, not yet) At least you ain't obsessive, huh? You ain't compulsive. At least you ain't disorder, huh? All in that order, but, At least you don't rap without receiving any dough. And even if you, you conform to that flow. At least your damn mascot ain't a weak-ass sheep. At least it don't resemble weak-ass humanity. And at least all your rhymes got that, Self-explained commentary. Hold up. At least the origin had died, already. Know what? At least you ain't dreamin' pathetic, Before you even subject, To the rest that you get when you close your eyes. At least, for the record, You ain't daydreamin' aesthetics. At least you ain't wonderin' about a girl, Living beyond the next exit, Who you haven't even seen, For the last four Septembers, Thinkin' of what you expectin' while you waste, Every second. At least you never dissect it. Not sayin' that I do, but be positive you don't, 'Cause ain't nothing worse than a sheep, Chokin' on a wolf bone. Not sayin' that I do all these things, homie, Just stay positive. It's hard to do what Sheepy says, While thinkin' of the opposite. And at least your final word ain't contradicting, Every inch of this. At least you didn't slit your throat, And bleed on all the little bricks, Like this...

[Chorus] Xieplocks. Xiepi EP. Sheepy EP. [Verse 1] I drink ink with my cereal. I spit the paint on the canvas--spread it with my fingertips. Sneeze on my breakfast. Chew it in the minimum. Eat it in the vehicle. I got dead bodies in my living room, Whistlin' a simple tune. They didn't live past the first draft. First, rats come to play, draggin' thread to and fro, 'Till they wind up in a birds nest, Made of ropes and needles, the broke, the feeble, The proportioned people all intertwined, In their whole contortion wheel. Then I put the sun in my mouth and eat it whole, Like a sandwich, with my voice concealed. [Verse 2] Δεν ξερω [then ksero], perro. Και σπιτι μου ειναι εδω [kai spiti moo einai etho], Although the shingles on the roof let go. And no sé, okay? Αλλα νερο [ala nero] sprays downward from the cielo. Δεν καταλαβαινω [then katalaveno]. Shadows with apparel, Apparently pawn comparable parables, That pair with the paintings. It’s terrible. And this mass confusion got me readin’, A purple βιβλιο [bivlio]. ไม่รู้ [mai-roo']. But I do. الله أعل [Allahu-‘alam] It’s more twisted than a 台風 [taifu]. But, look, I learned to say “I don’t know” In different languages, So at least it means I’m not urgently incapable. Staple the fables to a label that, You can take with you, and cradle the basin— Be the one to change the tune of it. But the bibliographic papers are like, Playing cards—they can be traded; contagious. Save it for when you’ll save الأسد [al-'asad]. Things changin', becomin' the way that it wasn’t. It wants to drive the سيارة [seyarah], Silly γατα [gata]. Big casas are for piñatas. Lobotomy done subconsciously. Promise me that it isn’t awkward. Now the epitome pretty much takes, What we’ve given it, And mixes in plenty of business, To fill in for the rest of it. Exist with the princess, Pretty pictures pickin’ plenty of, Venomous fictitious peripheral pendulums. And then it’s just too damn confusing. Do we even need to convince the world, That ain’t nothing like it used to be? Δεν ξερω [then ksero]. Και [kai] yo veo κατι [kati] extraño en la película. In particular, the pictures that flick across my cranium, Conflict with the images that are swimmin’ in my radio. [Verse 3] Δεν ξερω και δεν ξερετε [then ksero kai then kserete], So, if that’s the case, Then ποιος ξερω [pyohs ksero], eh; I don’t know enough to hand you an answer. Phantoms with quotas try to handle the backdrop. But at least they have principles, Pitiful little pickles, prettier than business, Pistolwhippin’ a pinnacle. It’s typically terrible. Pit and pendulum possibly picture the parachutes. They’re prepared to pair a proof of plagiarous, Parables to better penultimate perils ‘till, Pedestrians bear perfectly purple, Perpendicular parallels. Ενταξει [endaxi]. Οχι [oxi], no importante. Doldrums hold the χρονος [xronos] only for a moment, Momentarily pokin’ holes in the laundry. Y when το φεγγαρι [to feggari] shines properly, On the agua lyin’ beneath the concrete, The paper drops in the waters. Χρονια Πολλα [Xronia Polla]. السلام عليكم [Assalamu-alaikum]. I’ll send my peace in 津波 [tsunamis].