[Mr. J]

I'm too crazed, I can't hold conversations or taste
everything is diseased, the sickness can't be contained
highly contagious even though it seems wildly basic
so wherever you paste it, ingest, defecate and waste it
You'll do what dog's do, on my feet like dog poo
that's when I curb you til' there's no teeth to talk through
you do what you got to, I do whatever I want to
now isn't that awful damaging to the ego you thought through
writers are apostles & I sacrifice kids in latex suffocation...
literally leaving no prints, I swear you could dust the casings
usually bust in faces in the hallway like a drinking fountain
violating whoever you dream of, hope for.. think of pounding
I don't even think about it...swag bro...I'm a literal asshole
I spit Jim Carrey game at ho's...whoa...