Any Minute

When I walk around, im like a match stick.
All lit up - with my bag ripped.
Lucid dreams have gone to hell, you'll match this as soon as ive gone to jail cussing at "Rappers".

School fights with gang shooters all decide to hang new-students.
With a rope being slang to kill stupids.
As a pill is easier to be drank then do this.
2002 is my birth date, in June thats faced shit thats crucious.
Aced my science, failed my math cause of pure nudists.
Magazines rain like hail and you look back all clueless.
Paper cuts from my mail, people may shoot shoes with movements.
Cross the footpath and loose a foot in the moss patch.
Lost grip and slipped, so now it looks like you got bashed.
Look, im a regular poet, an Australian lyricist.
Kind of like a messenger, full of emotion with a picture which.
Shows all bitches the images of these witches.
Ripping the cripples, these physics create ripples.
Any minute and these missels will finish and seize riddles.
You riddle me, ill kill you, with these fucking pistols.