@theprofessor,
I don't wake the neighbours, I send the neighbours to their wake
I make noises loud enough to place the players in their grave
I'm dead to the world just like Jesus when He got crucified
Nailed to the Cross, erected and left under the moon to die
I postulate as much as a girl cries when she ovulates
whenever I want answers straight
They come by and formulate
Pedantry is one of my autistic traits
That's why instead of saying **** you, I bite a thumb at you the broader way
(do you bite your thumb at me, sir?)
I got an adept mind that's Shakespearean
I emerge in Thy midsummer night's dream and stab thee with Macbeth's knife
Now you've lost a lot of love in the form of blood and gone into labour
Like Juliet when she got repudiated
(you're not my daughter!)
Constipated, my life is so complicated
I'm always looking for dates only to end up with ones that're rotten and wasted
If I waved a rap book right in front of you, it'd be at a face value
but you'd still stand there and behave casual
I'm still retarded, still being hated and disregarded
Lower than one who lands a job as a Santa Claus in the kids' department
You won't appreciate a kid who's honest
But you would date a prick who drives a Mercedes and carries a thicker wallet
Whoever said you hookers were perfect? I shouldn't be nervous
I'm not a pervert, I'm more like a ministry service
the way I deliver these sermons
I was born a Christian on purpose
Giving my heart to the one who birthed the Earth is well worth it
Hard-working brother from a conservative mother
A divorced parent who's got no other than a younger son to love her
I got a brother with three kids, one of them is surrogate
Playing Prime Minister like he runs the ******* government
Stubborn social bureaucrat and an atheist
who's so Satanist he'd start a mosh pit with God's angels and still come out unscathed
That is what I put up with for so many years
I might as well have sat down all day and grown so many beards
A self-accompanying man doing battles with himself
Tackling his own worst enemy, smashing him with shelves
Racking and stacking him, smacking him and strangling him with an AV cable
And driving him headfirst through the commentator table
I'm a harassment to myself, sexually, psychologically
Sensually, mentally and psychotically
I'm spirited enough to spook Scrooge with the ghosts that visited him on Christmas
and have them return the next night and stab him with Todd's scissors
That's what I could do to these hoes who don't behave
Who won't wave, who don't have the heart to undergo a change
Who keep casting low gazes on me like I'm an addict on a blow game
or I'm an illiterate faggot who's got no brain
I'm so hyped up that I'd run over Cyclops with an I-ROC
Travel back in time and lob a clock at Timecop
Come back to the present and smack every thug out of their skin so fast
They won't have a future to set their eyes on