[Master Rock]

This is the open mic
this where beef takes flight
fly away butterfly
broken wings
waiting patiencely
for a fat lady to sing
waiting for the ruckus to bring
waiting for the crown
king of the ring
round and round we go
screaming at echoes
holding on to the past
you need to let go
tight grip on the spit
writers block I been equipped
vandalistick
misfit
of the glove
cold cases
is what I speak of
evidence of the sickness
within
nobody will ever know where I been
while my eyes shine with a grin
take a ride with me we'll go on a spin