Addicted to Mayhem

 
Every time I see unfair rule and law
I want to express myself on city walls
Be a ghost, a host addicted to mayhem
But with galls bigger than mother fucKing Kong’s balls

I wouldn't give a damn and just bash and slam
Every verse be an explosion meant to vent
Rallying the masses to give them a voice
A middle finger in the air saying “fuck the government”

And once the crowds are compiled and riled
I’d light the fuse by taking to social media
Revealing every politician’s dirty little secret
People would get so pissed off it’d feel like virtual chlamydia

Then comes the mass hysteria
Everyone will be a mobbin’
Robbin’
Throbbin’ like a phallus up in the palace knobbin’
Because like an Orwellian rebellion
This Machiavellian hellion
Will expose anyone who’s been plottin’ and jobbin’