Asleep

(what was that? It was morning, oh... have I slept here all night?)
Energy
I'm not famous in this bullshit rap business, cus I stick to sick shit
Name a drug, I'm high on it right now, I just did it
I'm charming as Ted Bundy at a beach resort, getting digits, (hey how ya doin)
I smell like stray jackets and stringent
I just got out of the hospital I still got my braclet and stiched wrist
I'm weird I don't fit in, 33 immature as a 12 year old kid is
Give me a minute, I kill kids like distraught mothers who drown their own infants
I'm passed out unconcious in the kitchen cus I just downed a whole bottle of my perscriptions
I'm handsome tall dark and twisted, pervert predator doesn't fit description
Do my nеxt show with my skin stripped totally skinless
With the nursе on call to keep my muscle form wet with water spritzers
Cut throat and burn bridges, sick like the rickets
Drug glorifier, I must be a liar, I write first till I'm dialises and diapers
I haven't accepted I'm wack I'm still handing out flyers
Suicide or get signed first
Somebody find me like Schwider
Task force sweeping the green belt for New York writers cus I Joel Steinberg kids in cyphers
I funnelweb-house spider under your speak easys in blind tigers
Rape my psyche nurse
Out of the woods I'm willow brook hyper wrote this in a diner
Write shit that looks like mass cult suicide recipe cider