I'm laughing at myself the family joke,
tears of delusion as I wrap a rope round my throat,
this is a rap song no one will hear,
not till I choke and croak,
as of now im about as significant as smoke in the air,
throat like savannah when a cute girl proceeds to eat a banana, introducing myself is a edge of seat drama,
I'm anxious but as soon as I get a laugh the pressures vanishes,
as if I'm the handsomest ,
this demands some sort of kiss,
I'm faking some confidence and relying on my pretty face,
hope she's prefers a pretty plate to the tasty taste,
my potentials going to waste...

atleast that's how the lecture goes,
when the principal declare whose good enough for the honour role,
and that's mandatory,
each year they write the same story
and each year there is a depressed kid smashing forties,
our washing machine cycle is boring
therefore I'm yawning
scratching my balls as I think of some place worth exploring,
never coughed up an answer,
just coughed up a medieval lancer
to penetrate any opposing armour,
I'm riddled with consistent reminder of oh shit karma,
reasons why I should be a faraway farmer,
perhaps even gardener,
for now ill penny pinch the poor,
buy a daedric sword
and act as if I'm the dashing face to my countries sport,

redbull oughta sponsor,
I often ponder,
if it's jackie chan or Bruce lee that I find fonder,
read ya spell books kids you won't believe what you could conjure,

lots of gorgeous girls never cross my mental pattern,
but one peeped in and ever since I've been brain lapsing,
wishing she'd walk back is some train track collision action,
but I mustn't count my eggs before they're hatching

what's the difference between being right or wrong,
you're perception is what it is,
believe me, the world's New York and im King Kong,

the worms nibble up the vacant blackbird,
your burns sizzle up this lament track verse, i
m here to get my ass served,
only to get cursed for forgetting passwords,
I feel the pain in my dads hurt,
I heal up insane with sad smirks,
flick through a photo album of yo alchy selfies,
you're keeping it real as a pouty valkyrie,
pass the cone please, till my nosebleeds,
let's start a charity for clarity,
and let the proceeds, reach no police
like a parody they're for hilarity,
then again my brain froze during comatose,
this is a toast to the likeminded morose,
the frumpy underclass is treated like crunchy grass,
for the happy and sad times, wrap it with a rad rhyme,
I’m a big brained bozo mojo JoJo,
to concerned with burning up the ozone,
oh shit, i spilt milk over my silk quilt,
just another butterfingers
with banging bunny features,
make up for it with that cunny-lingus,

intrusive and armed with a full clip
to spit out bitter bullshit,
it's the wannabe cool kid,
the yellow toothed doofus,
thinks he helps when he draws a crude fish,
on the shopping food list,
useless,
the concave ass profit, that's makes none of it for the wallet, questioning if it's all predetermined when chilling w/ Gromit,
just listens to vomit spit but actual acknowledge it

yes it'd be rad if I wrote raps comprehensible,
yes it'd be sweet if I drove my soul more sensible,
yes it'd be cool if I conveyed more friendly energy,
yes it'd be swell if I swayed my deadly enemies,
yes it'd be sick if I wasn't stuck in a time lapse,
yes it'd be dope to fix my mind cracks with wine sacks,
yes it'd be good to not feel so dull and insignificant,
yes it'd be great to fill up this lull with no more giving in,
it's all just take outs & makes out,
and marmite chip sammies,
you could say, that I'm bread fed,
getting bed head shackled in the chamber,
I'm a stranger to some,
but endangered to none,
just another teen bobbing it's bum till it cums,
except I'm not an adolescent,
I’m a penny pinching peasant
trying to remain present
with these flows gushing out my ears eyes and nose, l
ike oh here's he goes,
oaky isn't quite okay, smoking away the disarray to pray for better days
ya hear that?
oaky isn't quite okay, smoking away the disarray to pray for better days
ya got it?