I kill with Hannibal Lecter, we roam in a terrible sector,
Blood is a cannibal's nectar, and I sit in the chair of a leper,
And the hand of Zephyr's better than a man with a terrible pleasure,
Cause God's art brings out pleasure while other gives careful pressure,
See to believe me, you'd have to keep me under surveillance,
So I can steal keys under your feet and cause blunderful weigh-ins,
Wonderful patience I contain, but blame your dame when I complain,
About how I went insane with claims, so ask your girl about my name,
She had the nerve to ask a nerd what's a predicate and a verb,
I looked at her so stern, and said " medicate after you burn",
My mind's so erratic and now I start to panic,
And speak Spanish while a fat bitch hides in the attic,
I'm so drastic, but I'm like a matchstick to plastic,
So get blasted, get your hands ripped AND your ass kicked,
Now I'm past it, and like the Aztecs, you're old history,
I know you ain't bad shit, so here's chapstick and Listerine.
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