You might say

[Darth Yoda]

What you say today, can’t convey on over
Mind is a relay, of constant networks. That are made bipolar
like, I had a essay to do on Ol Yeller..
and I want to do it over so I’ll shoot the dog that ate my homework.
My heart is made of solar, rays. That ‘darts their way to closure
You ain’t got ‘the pain, that I’ve acclaimed. To say you’ve got a shoulder
My mind displays, decoding, of ‘binary matrix quotas
My knife ;fillets a slice so shaved, you might just say a cobra
Might’uve striked your face; with Cyber waves. Of laser guided novas
I’ve killed over a hundred today. Most couldn’t muscle their way upon me
A bullet that’s sprayed on-top, of my abdominal cage, is ‘parried
By a muscular sage. Where you couldn’t stomach your guts of glory
It’s nothing when my punchlines are horny
You couldn’t even touch mine this morning,
If your early worm were an early anaconda swarming
After the face-to-face slowdance, we’ll go blow-for-blow, instead
I’ve got enough skeletons in my closet. I even got a bone to pick with death.
I’m lonely in my head. You can hold me; but I’m dead.
Atleast I’m not cold yet, cause I’m dead. You can hold me
But I won’t hold you. Cause I’m dead.
Try enticing the Lord. Lather in the moments of darkness
The matador marksmen, defacing Mormons right out of the morgue
Heartless. I can’t stand it no more. Shower in Valium
Wrist slitting vascular scourge. A pool of blood so vastly engorged…
I could practice to doggy paddle in. The corpses
It’s poignant to the point where even the coroners out
…where it’s pointless, or a metaphor about pointing your cornea out
Let’s just forget where the heart is. Because home is where …the apartment.
Of dead bodies are stored. Draculas coming too.
And the landlords knocking “hellllooooo, I’m calling the cops, your rents 2 months overdue!”
Cause if he evicts me, will he evict the dead tune-up corpses too?
And
What goes on in this medulla, is so oddly infusing
You need a thesaurus, and Newton, The cucko’s nest
where One flew in, Dhalsim’s arm, a ‘hadouken
Kosta Tszyu; and be under influenced by Vodka vexed fluids
some ganjah
A fusion of a ‘oxy mushroom mix. You’ve GOT to be clueless.
Don’t judge a book by it’s cover
And don’t judge a hooker cause she might be undercover