Before you enter you have to bring
 Back the creator of winter damn
 Too late I'm spoiled  I need the napalm
 I got it  I shot it in my left sector
 Blew up the timing device on the reactor.
 Time shifted I had to remold the floor
 The foundation for creation   mate's blend
 The pleasure dome into another roam
 A walk stalked nightly by the ogre
 That's rarely sober. But there's no tracin
 I see the place in the flow. I'm beyond dawn,
 No I'm not in the lawn under pawns -
 Don't rest, never possessed stagnate magnets.
 I never pulled slits lips wit no braille skilled eyes -
 Balls through eyesockets. I'm currently current
 Currents of electricity; They can't get wit me
 Invisible to the retina half - way reality part limbo.
 A nervous laugh while ya climbin through windows,
 Never spin ho's on merry-go-rounds,
 Be the ground level for ghouls, schools of fish,
 Victims on a hit list me like Geronimo on a pratt -
 Tackle patt tacklin patterns addin in seasonings, flavor.
 No false teeth for beef, catapulting fingers to light
 Switches so you can see the real, I feel the tension
 My sight twitches - I'm bent.

 Second Scene: I'm the star in a step show
 Around corners, the coroner's office;
 Where my rep grows. I'm on some sort of drug
 Like the President, it's evident that I'm noid,
 A little bit of pizza - the riddle gets deeper.
 I'm lookin for outs n ins, stolen isotonas,
 The gloves, the bout begins three jabs on a transport
 It's a sport for me to take another life on landing,
 Branding wit a prattle prod designed by God.
 It's my job to resign frauds,
 The odd is against you got a degree in me,
 So I know that I flow, credentials are essential -
 It's blasphemy the type of shit they be askin me.
 I don't feel the vibe, abstract art the veal
 Doesn't heal this deprived stomach from a plummet.
 Swinging on a duet with the bullet.
 I never pull out for suspense - I'm on a bent mission.

 Jack Cousteau couldn't take it no deeper -
 I'm a resident in Davey Jones micro-locker
 Holds the phone, foamin at the mouth:
 Mad Dog, a taste, never had hog I'm droppin
 The scrooge, makin fools hit the log - axe it.
 I seen it beneath where the cowards hope
 Trembled sleeper see if you can find the lost
 Treasure through measures in bars - I'm bent