For the Herd

This is preposterous
I talk a lot of shit, I'll squat thrust a hippopotamus
Stuffed in a Plymouth, stacked on Wiltshire monuments
Stacked on all 887 Easter Island monoliths
Misogynist, welcome to Narcotics Anonymous
Honest, it's been three years since I popped or sniffed
Copped a binge, how am I not a stiff?
For the simple fact I should have OD'd like Bonham did
I failed the states psych eval twice and I got a kid
I'm the result of a condom ripped
Full moon phasing lycanthrope locked in a closet, pissed
Necrophiliac nympho, jerkin' off in a graveyard to virgin suicides locked in crypts
All jokes aside, my cock is big
Yeah, dude, hip-hop's the shit ...not, I'm not positive
I rock a wig in my house and walk around talking to inanimate objects
Like it's not you, it's the chair I got a problem with
Gen X slacker, not a modern kid
And mostly every crew I work with I consider little punks
Battle rap nerd, backpackin' simple sons
Drippin' prepubescent pimple puss
I like tits so big they can wrap around my waist
So behind my back, the nipples touch
I'm sick of drugs
I'll bury you alive, wait 'til you die, then dig it up
And how about this; I rap cause it's an outlet
If I don't jump in the booth, I'll end up sneaking in houses
Knotted up white picket fence families with night gowns and blouses
Found with ligature marks, gagged and molested on couches
And I like hippie chicks who think I'm a genius
Black hair, skin fair like melanin depletion
And almost overdose like Peaches
At my shows comatose doing freezes
Rumors of me as scumbag, I'll be it
If I cum in your mouth, don't try to speak, you can keep it
My sexual obsessions almost fucked up my program completion
I puked a lot and threw chairs in group during treatment
Behold the fire spitter, I burn like a Phoenix
And don't front, my style is hot
I went from cocaine viles, rifles and cops
Puffin' White Rhino in bongs
To psych wards, suicidal and watched
How you gonna survive when all your idols were shot?
We'll be back in a TC within three weeks, like it or not
Or layin' inside of a box
I may smile but I won't hold a bible, get signed or go pop
I make music for depressed kids, stuck in hole with no rope to climb to the top
Just a rope to tie in a knot around their necks
Signed "Goodbye cruel world", leaving the flies to the cops