i hope i get turned into a pillar of pepper.....

i blast like warf's phaser/
at my pregnant divorced neighbor/
stealing the placenta just to taste the flavor/
i'm gross/like puke on toast/green shit outta assholes/
a world full of parasites/ and it's like/rot is the only host/
that's why i'm scheming on the underage girls at shows/
"cmon baby let's go"/"i'm loaded with dough"/
"more than diddy or j lo"/
but not really/i just wanna get her all drunk and silly/
so i can get all touchy feely/
to the point that her old man wants to kill me/
you feel me/
as long as i'm being honest/
smoking too much chronic/and listening to onyx/
got me sending out death threats in ebonics/
i'm a concieted bastard/
i might be diseased but i tell a bitch after/
we hit the mattress/while she is still drunk on rum and shastas/
last kiss/jus close your eyes and let me slash your wrists/
hell comes after this/i mastered this/
disastrous is what my craft is/

don't ask
just raise your glass
 
here is to the freaks,physically mauled, the odd and the lost/
somebody call god/and tell him i hope he literally falls off/
his high horse/
and dies of course/
down here with the rest of us liars and whores/
 
a wish for hell/i wish you could tell/
every paycheck i get winds up in the bottom of a wishing well
 
i'm a lil shocking like an infant defibulator/[ha ha]
if your kids missing?/
 her severed head is probably in my refrigerator/  
kill a snitch slap my bitch and snip a hater/
eat a 3000$ meal and just forget to tip the waiter/[whoops]
sorry homie i guess i'll have to get you later/
i don't  got issues/i got the whole subscription/
i'm popping a whole prescription and still bitchin/
dissin/ anybody who seems to listen/
hit a christian/ with the same affliction/
 these disloyal chickens/are gonna put me in prison/
the king has risen/
anti pop's new rip ranting boozin messiah/
i'm gonna be the reason nick cannon lose mariah/
a pariah/who spitfires/around these bitch liars/
like a sick choir/that shows up late to mass just to slit tires/
i probably got no chance/i'm walking around in a trance/
no new polo pants/and i can't dance/
i don't sleep/even when i do i'm dreaming in beats/
and about cuttin off my own feet/
so i don't have to ever leave this seat/
my brain is ground beef/
i know it never seems far until you fall/
until you're down here being too white and too small/
find me in the third stall/in the bathroom at the mall/
with a bunch of cuts and a can of salt/it's not my fault/
i'm crazy like california cults/with triple the pulse/
of 3 large adults/

don't ask
just raise your glass
 
 
here is to the freaks,the physically mauled,the odd and the lost/
somebody call god and tell him i hope he literally falls off/
his high horse/
and dies of course/
down here with the rest of us liars and whores/
 
a wish for hell/i wish you could tell/
every paycheck i get winds up in the bottom of a wishing well