Profound Mania

Intro:

In his role of shaman, he is doctor, psychiatrist, magician, and leader, treasurer of knowledge of the past, he feels irresponsibility

Verse 1:

Yo, inner circles got vampires tryin' to suck face
I'm a maid butler who dusts crates
Anointed Lo-fi crow minted duct tape
Applause please, I'm a Palsy, I'm out in KC all geeked
Change appearance, shave myself a baldy
Coked up, grabbin' cold cuts and oldies
Salty, fountain swipe yule, like the Maltese sand mule (Damn)
My bootleg alien phasers scan youth bugs
A cockroach, on a Zap 'Em van roof
Sun sliced through a half moon, I swear I'm stabbin' up your pops
Just for stabbin' up your moms to have you, hahaha
We ain't with lirion?
Crate diggin' volt tundra smoke and slag from Hyperion
I'm clearly gone, ultra puncher X-Space Camp Criterion
My birth meant the Devil wasn't feelin', man
If God got the healin' hands, tell him to come down (come down), and cut me off the ceiling fan

Verse 2:

Yeah, yo, homeless young I felt like Bastien
In the morgue attic, now I'm sleepin' on the third floor
Arm still over the coffin while I'm dabbin'
Shout outs to that old bookstore, in the town up north
I'm still in debt (peace), from 16 to 26 hexed
Then let me wait out the rain right at Sigmund breath, with 6 hits
And the drippin' cigar means death
I spend ocular nights, in the bleach bathroom, seen drenched
I lost my shit that one night the sink bled
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Disorders aren't cool
Off downers, I'm offin' up
I feel I was cursed
From my anger on mont? birther lost the blood
Hmmmm, that's sweet