I don’t know what put here so here’s some rhymes I'm walking down the street with a blade all in my abdomen
I tried to do the seppuku, it couldn't do the master in
Scarred, flawed, manic, struggle dancing on his path of sin
I thought I had friends but I only had mannequins
Don't get too excited, over-rated are the ratios
Hate for breakfast with a side of eggs and fellatio
Wholesale souls leave holes where they woulda been
Never find time for mine, I'm holding up my crooked ends
