Rap Therapy Lyrics

Rap therapy, it really piques my interest

A frilly sequined temptress, hint of tinted black parakeet

Find a rhyme and tear a piece, kind of guy to snare a beast,

Ears and eyes years behind the times and wear a pair of jeans

Enlist teens, shoots m-16s

Use Kremlins, goose eggs, gremlins, fiends

Centipedes, Bended knees, pray to lord Jesus

Til the rain and storm ceases, get fileted to four pieces

Go to football games and threaten guys in stadiums

With weaponized uranium, breaded fries and gravydom

Stepford wives and lady bums mingling at parties,

Fingerling and starling, tingling guitar string

I fix the fight betwixt the light of flicks and kryptonite

Six ballistic lights are shining from my pistol grip delight

Licked and kissed the lips of life, turned into a cephalapod

Heck of a fraud, more than a man, less than a god

I got the type of rhymes to make your Penis climax

Tambourine and hi-hat, I'm a Venus flytrap

The cleanest guy in rap and not the most bragadocious

Funna say some shit that makes me simply sound precocious

Soup or salad, fragile biscuit, sexy phallic potions

Supercalafragalisticexpialadocious

I keep the truce and reproduce by pollination

Cheap as jews, I'm Beetlejuice and on that holiday shit

Sinners set to wed, left for dinner, left for dead

Different sorta coffin, corner office and I wet the bed

A sunflower, always turning toward the sun

Always stern and bored and dumb, but the hurtings sorta fun

Mammalians use it, it's alien music

All lazy and hubris, Scorsese and Kubrick

Mixed with Tarantino and Polanski I'm the blueprint

Even over hematomas leave a cloven hoofprint

Kinda getting tired of the same old thing

Tried to keep it chill but this ain't low key

I'm a pay load, mange and a mango tea

Dance tangos in a range rove seat

Faceful of yayo, handful of bullets

In a race with the devil in a van full of mullets

Somewhere out in Barstow, we're deep in bat country

I try to play ball, they keep the bat from me

I'm cynical and crass but I'm critical of mass

I'm a criminal, liminal and clinical in craft

I'm a mish-mash up of Frankenstein bits

Engaged with five kids and plagued with wide hips

And a fat butt, French cuffs, collar clip

With a small IQ and a smaller dick

Every once in a black moon I'm a dense foam

Usually I'm just raccoons in a trench coat

Now im writing rhymes on doctors orders

Howling frightening lines and rocky horrors, lightning shines just stopping shorter

Step to me man get shot with paintballs

I've got the strength bald to stop the rainfall

Get robbed and ganked, crawl through fields of barbed wire

For real the bars higher when stealing car tires

I peel apart pliers with my mind and see in x-ray

If I'm to be the next craze I may just need a sex tape

But I'll be fucking Kim k and Ray j

And I'll be stuck in grim states and gray days

With zoboomafoo, mice, and an army of kitties

In a hula hoop, nice and disarmingly whitty

Alarmingly gritty, harming, killing black & whites

Packing plaque and lice at the price of sacrifice

Alaskan nights, back to load the cards and stack the dice

In stolen cars with backup lights, no cigars or bragging rights

I've been involved with sinuous aardvarks

Venomous card sharks, and women with hard hearts

And tenuous star charts, parallel arm scars

Abusive personalities and mainly broken down car parts

And armed guards, amass with synchronicity

bashed like blinking tiffanys, a bastard winking, sniffling

A tractor beam that's crippling, Frolic in the meadow

Alcoholic killing pedos drinking tonic in the ghetto

Joseph Stalin with a red nose, attacking petcos

Acting bad to get hoes, add the maths and let go

Back to Sacramento and finish living on a horse ranch

With Finnish women, skittish British tin men and scorched hands

A strange sequence, the last of great behemoths

I masturbate to Jesus and exacerbate diseases

And lacerate the pieces of my tongue in a square room

Then pass them all down to my grandchildren as heirlooms

Rocks and knick knacks, crooked cops and kickbacks

Socks in big bags, hot dogs and tic tacs

Dancing and prancing and hands on a pocket watch

Ants in his pants and his eyes on a rocket launch

Play cards, drive in racecars through time and space

Arson crimes and gay hearts

Primal rage, spit and kiss the face of the devil

Turn up all the mids, miss the bass and the treble

Lime and black stones I ride in backhoes

With brine and crack pipes, imbibe in black hoes

I'm a lone ranger, a munchkin cat master

Prone to danger, a fuckin rat bastard

Choose to stay home and use the pay phone

Confused and gay, known to abuse the day homes

Lips, hips, whips, clips, chips, nips, pebbles

Gimps, simps, limp tits, misfits, rebels

It's hip hop psychology, tip top idolatry

And pure hatred living in a flip flopped dichotomy

It's somethin you oughtta see, a thumb print anomaly

A suspicious and nutritious luncheon from the dollar tree

Romeo back with juliet reading the brothers Grimm

Homeopathic fool he gets greed from the others whim

She smothers him, he dies in agony again

Cries maddeningly, it's no surprise, she had to be a ten

A priest of the white lotus, a knight of the round table

A beast in the right moment at night in a brown Sable

A crocodile, a wrench in a clockwork pile

A mench and a doctor, mention a glock with an awkward smile

I'll talk a while, get annoyed and piss on your shoe

Head a void, better get a Droid to listen to you

Deploy the friction, best avoid a mission or two

Dipped in soy and lichten, mixed with soiled linen soup

A gold medal, I win it then I climb a mountainside

In just a single minute I can rhyme a thousand times

I torture people with various size knives

The sort of evil thats scariest

Sorcery, coal, and parry with high fives

Who's immune to cry, lonely through the break-ups?

Who could make rhubarb pie from only rutabagas?

I reckon only Barbara, I sprechen only Häagen-Dazs

Contextually I'm llammas playing tekken with a common boss

A mound of moss, a wandering albatross

A pondering outlook, ponzi scheme mouth and a salad toss

A ballad lost to the fabric of entanglings

And the magic of the red white and tragic blue spanglings

A host of mostly broken toaster roller coasters

A jokester roaster boaster dosey-doe just like im supposed ta

An overdoser, take an axe and whack cherry trees

Epitaph carved in my back, this is rap therapy