a yo, I disect'em cripple & digest'em...regurgitate & give em homeade visectums...pack metal to put'a puase to pacemakers...pins & petals, indenting pave layers...(say prayers) girbauds holding halfway on my ass...staggering down the alley wita half full flask...I walk on sawblades lacing chominium plating to everything I touch...explode & self desturct, compile myself again & erupt...do you dig it cat? I'm like a midnight without stars...a life you once lost laced with weapons to leave scars...I slide sleeves, too out date to pull hammers...disarm bells & reset cameras...cut tamper labels, & invade they stables...at odds end with 3 cards on the table...you get it when it's face first in yours...I'm the vision they hope would never be born...you get it when it's face first in yours...I'm the dream they wish died when it was only words...
