Unaware -

Dead to rights, pinheads get ends of spikes

I’m pegged Poe, Simon says, I Edgar Wright

Over-heads and set for flight

I feel bugged, a kill-buzz, like pesticide

Anesthetized, testify next to die

Lay me down to rest then we’ll X the eyes

Exorcised, Linda Blair, lend a pair

Double tap like Fred Astaire when I get a stare

Stairway to hell, I’ll put a shiv into their chivalry

Dr. Decker on a killing spree

Last night I had a dream I was in a dream

And every living thing I saw died in my vicinity

Cold, Minnetonka ice, so Minnesota nice

Home is Seattle so I roam with the poltergeists

So deprived, sold souls, a lower price

Vented, the sins since are so defiant

Yeah, shock the globe before the bloggers try and stop the glory

Sopped in codeine, stuck inside the net like soccer goalies

Mobster stories turned the homies into Monster Cody’s

Half the squad’s parolees eating mostaccioli

Burning swishers never burning bridges, learn the business

Born to lurk the village, forced to work the system

Plotting on the block for a pocket full of slave owners

Pitching satchels trying to profit off the chain smokers

Deacon Frost amongst the daywalkers, wave choppers

Remain conscious of the Blade’s watching, grave robbers

Fake postures, snake charmers, Jake Roberts

I’ll put them coons on your head like Dave Crockett

I aim, brains out, maim

The thing about a rain drought it brings out pain

I’m sippin' moonshine 'till the moon shine

Then keep sippin' moonshine 'till it’s noontime

Until the darkness unfolds upon me

Like origami, or a cold tsunami

Cold cuts my skin like cold salami

Mankind preying on me like an old swami

I wear pain like a leopard skin, nah

I wear pain like a leper’s skin

Someone once told me death was the end

I guess this is where we begin, 'till then

(Let's go in)

Skill level high like a man that once fought God

The Guinness book of world records is my kindergarten report card

They said that I would never make it this far

Drunk and dyslexic, I spit in any bars tips jar

Rebel Armz, Psycho Realm, my alliance

With more main pride than the hair on a male in a pack of lions

Chino the bringer of terrible dreams of unbearable beings

And mechanical fiends that have planted evil botanical seeds

I’m that hideous pollination from trees

My words vomit abomination of hate and disease

Brought forth from dark satanical deeds, my conceived scenes

Are written on the inside of a skinned mythical Minotaurs fleece

The alphabet bleeds from my pen when I roll up my sleeves

MC’s pray to me 'till they’re developing leathery knees

My brain and breath perforated slicing and shredded your pathetic spleen

Green fluid spilling out, the streets need to be chemically cleaned

Poet aesthetically mean, male witch or warlock, which one am I more like?

I spit historic grim literature is horror I’m quickest to carve y’all up

Thus my moniker is synonymous with Chuck Norris and Boris Karloff

Sin Minister, word blisterer, here to purge and finish you all off

I’ve got that miraculous tongue for that actual anarchist fun

I’ve been known to drag Dracula’s acidic blood through a scolding cauldron

The Spanish grammatic hulk like that of Bruce Banner son

I’m feeling like 11 living primitive relatives of Attila the Hun

The thunder that eclipse the sun on the tundra when I spit that grunge

The menace hunger for this Renaissance warmonger that once hung

Until he slumbered and woke up inside of a psychiatric group home

I’ll unplug your life-support machine just to charge my phone