[Split]

Put a circus of bitches to bed, in acidic prometheal soup. I sense they'll be dead when they surface, since the broth'll be de-condensed adrenal vermouth. Felt I was bred to dunk in their lysergic juice. No blotters. Actually* innocent dude.. caught sifting your daughters blood in through the gaps in the dozenth set of biscupids I've produced. AWKWARD. Grinning absently, satisfied, but I wasn't laughing with you. Pauper. Worms, bastards and vermin. Acts that I've... Accidentally fathomed on purpose. Act like you knew, since... the depth of my murderous passion is revived by my oddly passive, gaggle of goggling observers. A bad appleseed, idolized. Simon says happily, sigh in this cyanide. Cop a backseat, serial stunts flourish like flax seed. Dearly de-parted, dear he deserved it. Rap sheets unfurl, feels like it was, practically six months past I was barely a mystery to murder. Drip-drop, dribbly splashes, on the hip-hop canvas. Your grandmother's berber. Now I sit atop rags, so my throne don't get brimstone scratches on it's sapphire set-surface. But, shit happens.