your intent is to flex but instead it seems wreck-less
and indeed its your time but not cause your noticed
unless your referring to the notion that we noticed your bogus
you bump your gums but we pop like toasters
got you holding your stomach like your bent over from ulcers
and that red on your kicks aint from what you been claim
its you leaking your fluids on them new shoes that left the stain
say my name as you pray
for the pain to go away
but belive when i say.....
i got your brain stem in a knot and the gut rot creeping
you used to feel real but now it more like your dreaming
nightmarish, garish, additions of stress
got you waking up screaming, feeling for holes in your chest
and the buzz of the substances that you use to feel sane
are beginning to hobble you and weigh on your game
i know that it doesnt seem probable you fall to the wolves
but im the father of possible digging holes in the woods
so, before you start blushing or pretending you know
before the yes men and the pride take hold
before you go spouting and sealing your fate
just remember you gotta finish everything on your plate
stripping life with quips of which the likes you cant script and manage
see id be an amputee in bandages
and still savagely beat your ass "single-handedly"
when your full of the bull youve been feeding to others
and you realize the role youve played in your own destruction
just think of me with my shovel in hand
and keep pleading your case as your mouth fills with sand
get up off my nuts bitch I got this
believe my records spinnin like a mothafucking backfist
bitch....
drill it into ya head send you on a downward spiral
a virtual whirlpool with NO chance of survival
**im the virtual whirlpool
