i write in short form cause i m a warped dwarf that gargles chloroform broke a foreign store in chops just cause i had a warrent for em i m fuckin touring more my fans they are my family they re keeping me away from doing drugs and going gambling if i am home too long i feel like strangling so when my thoughts start scrambling the anger in me gets me tangled annually i write down goals i must achieve and check em manually rambling in the studio til i m sure there s no man handling me play you like a mandolin eat you like a damn panini flipping like a dolphin dan marino with a lamborghini couple groupie bimbos boobies popping out their damn bikinis i wrangle wrestlers hassle em and wrestle em whip a lasso around these assholes make a fuckin mess of em i m masculine their messages are full of fluff and estrogen i m guessing all of this testosterone is what makes me an awesome gnome floss em til my cock s a fuckin fossil bone madchild is immaculate wack with a crack faculty rolling like tobacco leaves after they ve dried naturally accolades from laying tracks like a rap factory get sacked cause i m back tackling raps like i m an athlete quit your cackling shit is just spectacular vernacular is sharper than the fangs that hang from dracula kill a silhouette cause i m iller there ain t no filling lace bad boy i ll beat you with four pop cans in a pillow case i remember days of saying hey check out my roster holmes yo little monster s home from doing concerts writing constant poems busting it up on posturepedic mattresses with actresses the fact is that i m back more accurate than maps and atlases but i m not sure if i lost game or my attractiveness but it seems that my activities have dropped on sexual activeness what am i blacklisted from porn stars and actresses may be the most eligible bachelor that just spat vicious once we get it cracking fuck you til i break your back bitches you re no different than the last bitch is half riches half fame half of you don t even know my real name that s real lame giving up your pussy just to feel fame had to trade my heart in for an artery with a steel frame and part of me thinks maybe you re retarded what s the deal babe what just cause i m famous i don t feel pain you don t think you re talking to somebody that s got a real brain i despise all of your lies i just ain t got time to call you out polishing my wallet means that s all it about i knew i couldn t love her it s another freaking falling out killin it till i fulfill my prophecy of ballin out  i m eating porridge in a storage locker in a pair of orange joggers life is boring for a blogger fuck a foreign torn swapper kids on computers little cocky farts and smart mouths crazy talking crappy ass apartments out in dartmouth explosive like i m shady with eighty grenade launchers and i m the little monster the palladium playing concerts so yeah my brain s bonkers praying my name conquers creeping from waikiki to albuquerque to yonkers still street fighting saying hyuka like i m blanka maneuver like a juvenile s abuse without a sponsor you ain t tough you re a tonka truck i m a combination of a fire breathing dragon that s wrestling with a monster truck it s really nonsense silly like willy wonka s chocolate factory i ll get back to you when i m conscious i m an upper class puppet master sipping a cup of shasta tougher cause i ve outlasted and suffered through some rough disasters this time i ain t calling you a bitch you re a fuckin bastard so suck your mother s asshole you stupid fuckin asshole back sharper than ever i m razor sharp with a broken heart and here s a token fart1