Confreshional?

spark the wires in my brain
light the dark inspire me with pain
Make it rain upon this charade clamshell snap shut
I can feel the curds and way dripping off her pearl
My cobra slithers and curls up into a wicker basket
as you close the lid my eyelids flicker in a casket  
The anti villain avoiding a fatal demise letting  
his own son die to avoid a fate even sadder
You can be mad at him even call him a bastard  
You can hate him but he only did what he had to  
 
 
shooting venom straight inside you
Inflicting you with this awful virus
our children will bear it  we now share it so just
Take this awful drug sweetie, it’ll make you sick
Open the drawbridge let this forlorn ogre in  
Cos I’m handsome like the Trojan horse  
Looking for a panhandled lover  
At least let me crash on your porch  
While I slowly make these lungs rot  
Speed sunspots fester on my tongue
The past shapes what you got and  
what you are destined to become
The past is forgoing
The past is forgotten  
The past is a waste
 All my past mistakes  
Like a crushing weight
Masticate my memory  
I’ll recall your imperfections  
Those fatal flaws of my obsession  
I’ll paint with claws pried off my back
Force their paws to the page
They brought on this war
By exciting my rage  
don’t you even fucking mutter my name  
Just dare to stand and st st stutter in shame  
Your legs got more blubber than a whale  
Your style ain't just stale its bent over and frail  
Spluttering shit like you dropping the soap in jail  
You’re hopeless you fail the test of who be the dopest  
You’re hopeless I can only hope you turn suicidal
Use the thin rope you've tread up until now  
to hang yourself before you lose balance  
Choking on a noose of shallowness upon the gallows
To witness another art rendition fiction of the truth    
Nothing but a golden goose for the kids to believe in
Selling false dreams where you don’t sow you only reap it  
Your semi auto phallic was poured into its thin mold
You can work it until you’re worthless and your soul is sold  
Out of ideas, repeating handy lines high out of your damn minds
Like little girls skipping through dandelions
Giggling at the sheep as they bleat and tweet and eat up
The same shit over 3 different beats  
If you can scream WHAT! Over a turn brake
Then shit kid maybe you just got what it takes
That feeling got you so damn amped up
That get you off? Leaving little boyz dampened  
Dazed and confused not knowing where to turn to
Turn back to one who thinks he’s better than you
Cos his breath smells of vanilla, charisma was his virtue  
Don’t even start up with the fatherhood issues  
Just spit them out onto this here tissue  
 
King of ninety nine cent bin
Yeah you’re going places
Where every other rappers been