[Bodey]

My brain takes hostages with its honest wit, not derived from colleges or opulence and all that shit. I’m confident with a nostril drip, calmest when it’s chaotic, bliss. Coughin out hits between these alcoholic sips. I’m a monster, bitch. I could grip Dahmer’s dick with a big fat grin til his balls’ll rip cuz I’m a squalid pig. My conscience dipped and called the quits so that consequence can suck my dick. Metaphorical dick, stupid. Shoved a fork in it, chewed it...shit his corpse out in fluid. Bleeding asphalt while eating bath salts cuz I’m a fiending ragdoll for this sad cult of drug-addicted assholes. Another master of the craft, a driven raptor gone exquisite. Wash it down with a flask but I’m spittin faster than I’m winnin. Dismantled the writing utensil just to sip on the ink. I’ve channeled the liquid pencil and crammed it into my mental and inevitably sampled a change in the way I think.