im tring to live this life but nothing seems to go right
im under the haze but this haze is night
cause it leaves the demons screaming resting in peace to sleep tight
while i reflect on the skeletons in my closet
in a bedroom full of demons, i rock back and forth screaming
in my havoc as i freak out at my desk next to a twin sized mattress
as i;m tring to get my head through ,in a closet for a bedroom
bobbing them domes too, cause my when i go nutz i only kick out tunes
and 2 everybody that wants to listen to this toon to this loon
just sit in my closet front door that i have for a bedroom.

and as i sit and sing on this perch with the music i play
locked up in a box in a diffrent place
illl tell you exactly why a bird sings in his cage.

cause i tick
when i talk
 and i limp
 when i walk
just like a wind up grandfather clock,
so let this swing like a pendulm
and get down with the pandomonium
as im out the door like a bird tweetin'
just like 2
i am the end of one....
mothat fucka with a tool
thats a pen for a gun..
casting shots like im harry potter
stuck at the bar drinking jesus blood like water

red rum red rum...
spell it reverse because i murder these rhymes while shining
so lemme get up in your head when im rhyming
find me
next to the red carpet flying
 in the alleyway
on the metal stair case
rapping and rhyming

call me ghost cause im the cloud of the saints
known to be insane from 6th avenue to st germain
let this bird spread his wings and fly away
 as he sings in his cage
hopefully one day
hell break away
but know hes just fiending
like the 13th of friday
halloweenin
 everyday like trick or treat
treat or trick
hes a beast,hes the shit
hes a freak,hes legit
ripping beaks,crows dismmised
without their lips leaving them speechless
so let the crows fly away...

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