Backiatomy

I've got a back like an out of tune old piano
Attitude like Lando flying off the handle
A face for radio, a singing voice for rappin'
Permanent look on my mug like, UGH what happened?
Attracted to backspins and off beat banter
With has beens living out dillusions of grandeur
Answer me this, if we had to kiss
Would you prefer the taste of blood or Jack on my lips?
Fronting like, he revolutionary activist
Looking like he something fresh out the Galapagos
Acting like, he an artist so he has bitch
Somewhere between the alphabets and the Alchamist
The first man banned from the grand abyss
Chicken scratch VS ancient manuscript
This 'bout as handsome as the crooked man gets
Catch me on the picket line throwing fists for kicks
This 'bout as lovely as the ugly man gets
Trading four letter words for stones and sticks
Training gold feathered birds to ho and trick
Bro stoned in my home like he own the shit
This ain't no public 'udio though get your own equipped
Cannibal without a bone to pick
Alone and sick, suppose I flip
And go postal with a golden brick
Prone to get gassed off a half a fifth
And gettin' picked last ain't the half of it
Maverick drinking with the devils advocate
On some, don't ask, don't tell
And sure as hell don't spit