insanity inside

I don't have tits just these man mitts

look at me look at me

yippy maybe if  I write crappy it will make you happy

so tacky

slap happy

making my rhymes day by day

a crucifixion of play get over it he say

improper grammar, kill myself with a hammer

get over get over it he say

ignorance is a prison of fission

in a way no one could of imagined.

a contest to see if I can be free from your judging eyes

I cry because no matter how hard I try

I piss excellence all over your front porch

the smell of must fills your nose and you die

you die you die! you fucking bitch

insanity my kind of calamity afflicts you, I don't have to hit you but you still die

and cough up that blood I'm just a stud so tacky kinda whacky

this really sucks like puss from my  anal wound, yet you swooned for me blinking, god this is cheesy

but you cannot bereave me

I blinketh and thinketh of a new made up word and all I smell is a turn so cheesy

nom nom nom my kind of prom

going cross eyed

so insane my brain drove me insane your so lame

talking to myself like my own personal audience

die die die

you little fly