Don't worry, there's still toys in the Serial box o==[+===>

(hook)
Poised for progression, my lyrikal obsesseion
I use it to irradicate the demons of oppression
causein frequent messes, Qouagulated thoughts
are sardine packed ready for leapin outside the box
Non-stop wit a new way, to say mine
Big props to the underground independent minds
It's time for me to let it rip and speak about the truth
If you can't handle that, get the fuck up out the booth

(Verse 1
I chop suey ritual constiuents like dexter
when i'm finished you will need a corpse bride teather
Severed from the mainstream,unchangeing insularity
A literary masterpeice contracted for my clarity
Without all the hilarity of indica in papers
I would be insane and brimming to aim the laser
If and when you notice i'm killin like mickey knox
I've decided on a life where i'm constantly seein spot
Sound off through a Bic and a five-star, my parts played
yes I'm a charachter true, but that don't mean that i'm fake
I see intelegence as skillets and plates
Armed with a fork and knife i'm diggin through the cabbage and stakes
I motor mouth and always ravage the lakes
and hop ponds to the hip drop, flow spot on
Maneuver lucifer to A2 no kingdom or pawns
tell him checkmate like leather face an tear him apart

(Hook)
(Verse 2
The expression of myself is all I have to call my own
So habitually spittin is sumthin I truely know
On the road, battle through the up-hill grades
Still strugelin but I strive to keep the house bills paid
Under shdae of dark clouds that haunt my villainous past
while the demons within me strangle with their venemous grasp
Ill outlast, But the battles gettin thougher everyday
The voices in my head they try to | mess with me and say
(You'll never make it through all $ the trouble, you'll surely fail)
But I never let aggresors deflect%*#me or make me frail
So pale feelin ill chuggin whiskey|-|for my survival
The people in my family say that I|-|might need the bible
(Nope!) I've got a set of personal|V|beliefs
So when the bad comes I never feel too hurt from all the greif
Call me crazy or maybe like manson you could call me preist
If you fuck with my cerebelum i'll label you deceased