You called me a dick well that shit is true because im spitting real shit and its aiming at you rub my soul and stroke my ego it needs help getting up but please dont go to fast or my heart might just bust with 1.7million feelings that i paid to get rid of my mind is sick like a bed wettin  pedophile and and ill beat yo ass like you was my red headed step child let me calm down i think im actually mad back in the box like a retro  fad my thoughts were once good but expired and went bad thats what happins when your soul shops at a market in a third world dream all was goin right is what it had seemed well i forgot to buy some fire for my  last tabbaco puff and i forgot to buy some feelings for a reaction when you call me a bluff well the world sucks my soul dry earth is just a tick and i think this is why you were right when you called me a dick