I'm bare-illy holdin onto my wits
the only thing carrying me
is i don't wanna quit
and it's scaring me
even tho i don't fully show that
my spirit's apparantly unequipt
for the world's dexterity
it's no secret
but i'm not lookin
for your charity
i'm a heretic
who seeks to be a rarity
with each script which i hand pick
rather than a parody like Yankovic
so til the day they bury me
i swear i am, sincerely, Kaotic