Now I’m Lost

Now I’m lost, in thoughts, of fostering tots, the bomb dropped and I walk to stop consciously wallowing, botched shot at a goddess, I’m not gone from your conscience, I got love in my heart for you, body shots of you awfully nude, that I use for the pleasure, too personal, get a lecture on Kyle’s life, winded up as tight as dykes, who you want to die?
I stun gun rappers after booby trapping their studio, capture magic in booths, & whose noose do I gotta tie next?
Try hexing the best & get a five finger chin check, then a text message to your boo saying your hubbys dead, rubbing death’s shoulders cuz I don’t wanna die man, maybe if I make friends with him, he’ll extend my lifespan..
I’m meant to be Methuselah, living ludicrous lengths, listen, looming Lucifer, is loose, looping this lucid dream
Lui kang, with two boots to the face.. bicycle kick
Loose chains, I’ll get loose & rampage.. hype in this bitch
Cuz my type, typical, tied lips so I don’t get too offensive, Vincent Vega with seething rage and the heater stays at my hip
Shit, Addy rap got me trippin a bit, back to basically you trash, & I’m pick of the litter & shit
Ren & stimpy flow, cartoonish & often goofin off, who’s to talk when all hip hop centers on conscious thought?
My thoughts just tend to be off in la la, blah blah, you know that I’m a monstar, ever since I could talk, y’all, bobbing on cocks if you popped in the record, & thought ‘this shits off & he’s not even best in a pop-ulation of 5 grand, can’t stand his slang talkin’..
Wait y’all! I never claimed to be sane in the think tank, fake face that I maintain, hiding my true self, you’d do it too if you felt the pain that I’ve felt
You’d do it too, you’d do it too..