Maybe dullboy would be proud

[Bodey]

Holy mackerel, I’ve been an asshole. Worse than a rascal handin a cashed bowl to a cattle of crack hoes tied to a lasso. It'd be a lie if i couldnt mention that i get high to Intervention like a deprived-n-cryin meth-head fightin that inner tension. Antidepressants with scanty life-lessons leaving me handy for wreckage, the manic depressive who panics and wrestles with Xanax and devils, completely disheveled. The vessel grows with a few to 5 Lexapro, an excessive dose approved by unethicals, oddly all with small testicles whose minds are viewed for tall pedestals, as theyre the ones that pencil notes and just seem so damn professional. That's why I smoke raw medical cuz I invest in those with chests clenched and cold. That's why I don't see my breath if snow should come before December blows cuz I ain’t got no flesh or soul. Don't ask how I get so negative, these nonstop thoughts embedded in arsenic poisons, heroin, garbage's loins are pedalin, and I act as if I’m better than a homeless junkie settled-in. So I scribble a bit after takin a shit, drink up a mix and take a couple of hits, just to crash out and wake up to whatever I writ', and then judge it like a critic for wits, and end up kinda pissed over what little I did. You're ridiculous, kid. Smokin cigs that aren’t lit from the ridge of your lips while you sit there convinced that it’s the closest sip of bliss that could ever exist