Pill Box Pauper

Um this is for um the nobody show (where am I), Sound ?? Kill, Johnny23, LoDeck, Many Styles, Boxguts, Mr. Taubin, Complex, Sebrox. This is an envelope to you guys for summer camp after a nervous breakdown, it is July 16th 2009 and it's gonna go like this (really I'm insecure)

Yo, I got a myopic doppelgänger, he's in a black zoot suit
Agoraphobic locked in the booth spooked
And I'm like dude, there's no corporate drones who are really out to shoot you
I'm a sulfate spitter, deviant skipper, wait around to snatch the purse
Blind Tiger Cafe pervert, act a perv
Political Bolsheviks get hacked to nerves
The boning knife disembowles the belligerent conservatives down to sex glands and sacculars
I'm tripping, dripping from dust sacks, the shap is sherm
Ideas form in my mouth, my brain thinks too fast to work, my art's innate
Most of you had to learn
I titty-fuck groupies in their mouth, then put the muscle in their ass to squirt
I'm cock-slapping birds, I hunt humans for the cash and fur
Supercoven cabinet, black magic firm
Peyote cactus curse, afterbirth
Witchcraft, burning haystacks in a Catholic church
Sorry I've been absent, I relapsed on percs
Blacked out and woke up inside of detox intravenous fed by catheters
My feet drag and hurt
In hospital socks with the rubber traction, leather straps fastened first
Incoherent, snapped and attacked the nurse
But I don't rap disturbed, this face is a mask
Mood swings are rapid, frantic, volatile spastic
Lash out in sporadic spurts
Parents don't even know me and lack concern
Cause I wasn't conceived, I crashed on Earth
Crawling among the crabs and worms, skanks and herbs
Backpackers in drag who write graph next to rapper nerds
Should of hired a manager
Instead I had to put my blood on word of mouth and loyal fans, after the wax returned
Fuck a talent search
Johnny pulled me off the mattress burns in some opium den to come back and work
My new syllabus drive the fans berserk
Like these new school Asians strutting tits and ass with girth
I chase the white rabbit, tie-dye canvas, LSD 25 brandish in a jewel studded 24 carat canister
Then I become this colorful character, with a mouth shut full of larvae farm as maggots squirm
Tickling my tongue so I had to smirk
Sick of the rap, demo, arrogant, work, ballad, merch, I'm embarrassed to say I rap
I rock headphones to drown out the parrot chirps
Rigor mortis horizon helix, drowning sorrow in eel piss
Some shrink attempts to help me define what real is
I'm a living downer, I hate myself so much my daughter feels it
My skin feels pins tingling
Took the blade to the wrist, but keeled over from the valiums first before I could peel skin
Hit my head on the toilet, ambulate came
All I remember was the squeak of the wheels on the gurney when I was wheeled in
My ears ring, looking down on my body, my ghost back against the ceiling
This is it, just stuff my in the black bag with the zipper and seal it
But I didn't overdose today, no rope or blade
My head's a gas bubble with a kite string that holds the weight
Connecting my neck to my upper torso, dragging my feet as it floats away
Prince of the ??
I'd love to have friends, but friends are not allowed around me due to this apparent mental illness
Arabic and Spanish girls approach me speaking their native tongue
I'm like what are you saying, I'm Sicilian
Other side rappers you tour and see millions front like I can't kill it
Looking at me like I touch children
I'm that dope fiend dozing off at the foot of the stairs at your building with more talent than you
You'll find out in the lab when I'm building
You and your alumni will catch the duck bill grin
I'm chilling in a drug treatment facility living off the land like a pilgrim
If I'm not spitting, my mouth's used for a deposit box to drop pills in
I'm from that Iron Age, Court of the Crimson King, steel gilded mic grip 500 a verse villain
The rest of the indie populace are scene posers, flamboyant, flaming in the village
I herd the sheep, I'm a mad cow worm on beef, you're on the verge of sleep
Cut yourselves out of your jeans and stop acting like you never heard of me
I'm about to use funds from doing scheisse porn to pay for a tour in Germany
In Europe I'm Ron Burgundy, you never catch me on commercial beats
Fuck a verse for free, sometimes I feel like it's the blue planet Earth versus me
Suicide doesn't work for me, they brought me back three times
I'm not worth it, it's up to you to murder me

(Wow) and I'm out (that's pretty fucked up) thanks. let me go take a train (is this song like thirteen minutes) some one dollar coffee and a hot dog. (six minutes, your up). "Jak you're dead." Really? "Yeah, you live inside your own head."