Well the lighter is out, and there is little doubt, that there is no more, for sure, tis storming hard out, so get the lard out, of your fat ass, i need to smoke some grass, and find a pass, to get and visit, but for now i will just take a hit, now i gotta make the call, i hope a tree don’t fall, on the house, it is about, to thunder more, like a stupid whore, being pounded,  ya I’m grounded, i founded, out some real odd news, the shoes, they fit, but shit, there’s no one in em, now allow me to begin, by eslpainen, that the patient, wast there, and the nurse she didn’t have no care, i fucking swear, ima tear, the door, off the hinges, and lynchings, may accrue, if my vision were to blur, so severely, i wont be able to see clearly, and any one near me, I’m killing, because im the King, of being, insane, ya completely fried brain, I’m gunna let it rain, down the lead, on all the bitches heads, and you will dread, the day that you, decided to, its weird to see that old face again, Frati Frifraacson, im gunna play this game my friend, yes once again, i have been dealt a hand, that conflicts me, what shall it be, the one who was so close, or the one you wanted the most, so i will make some toast, and roast, a bowl, well i dwell, in the hell, that is these thoughts, i might just drop, the pop, so try and stop, Silly White Joker, im sure you don’t know who yer, trying to fuck with, oh ya im tough bitch, im like a rough itch, that you cant stitch, up, and bump, the good music, the kinda stuff that do this, odd shit, when you take a hit, and you listen to it, your mind is changes, thoughts being rearranged, im needing to toke, a little more of my smoke, its some dope, ass shit, what i hit, i get lit, wont through any fits, when im high, i don’t know why, but im so calm, nothing will alarm, my mind, i am more kind, and i find, that time, goes a little slower, i am a know-er, de espanol, and i control, the whole, system, its a given, tengo luchar, por mi libre, soy cantar, the sky’s are grey, they sun peaks threw, what should i do, hit the bong, write a song, call my mom, steal my tabs, work on my abs, and take no jabs, from you fags, so let me, be free, before, i show how rancor, i can really be, let the monster from me, out, and you will shout, about, the pain, that i make you feel in your brain, lead will rain, down, on you clowns, and like clowns i joke, so please don’t choke, when you read, my disease, its a freed, release, to try and increase, my energy, so trust that genuinely, these are just metaphors, a do not adore, violence, crimes against, humanity, damn insanity, so trust in me, to be, triumphantly, uncorrupted, and unirrupted.