Wireless

Yo, I take writer's block and throw a flag stake on it
Branch strange tonics, leeches land prey on this
Brush stroke how dark Hell is, art hellbent
I vacuum the air from your planet like dark helmet (Hahahaha)
Vodka spiteful, carve melon, art's felon
Transport your soul to where art bellowing
The fiendish pig shower me (Yes)
Screamin' I'm a hater like, Carrot? Tayo?, at his finger up, at the bowery
Smoke a sour leaf, eyes redder than Towelie
I push more acid out of his town than owls leave
Leavin' in heads, no rent for free
Stop dead rappers with beds wedged between, but they slept on me
'07 shows in Centereach
Fans geekin' front center seat, with the powder face like Zeppelis
Stop out crossfire, watch the trinity smoke
Fist punch planets with Infinity Stones (Blah!)
No peace 'til the heads lifted
Rewind real life death clips in
Strangle you red with VHS ribbons
Puttin' stress in this THX project image
Raiders of the Lost Ark, face flesh drippin'
Not Horrorcore, all aboard
All for war, fuck ark
The other whores just feed me a whole of spores
Deep thoughts restored
Older Golem appauled at yours
I am he who must not be named, Voldemort (Yeah)
I battle whoever
I fall asleep during a match so that my shadow do better
I'm way beyond writin' raps
I sharpen my telekinetic tact and move letters

Outro:

- As I remember your father was a famous conductor wasn't he?
- Yes, and in case you don't know, I murdered him, I've forgotten most of it, apparently, I lost my temper and attacked him, and right afterwards I collapsed into a kind of coma, they put me in some kind of psychiatric clinic, and after many months, I eventually found out, what I've done