Arbitrarily Bizarre Chaos

I may be 20 now but inside I'm still a teen, I've lost my head like they cut it off with a guillotine yet I'm still "guaranteed to blow your mind" like the bitch from "Killer Queen" I spill a bean, leaving your secrets scattered everywhere like Ancient Greeks did with pillar beams, I keep iller schemes rolling, stretch them out like limousines or a bridge from the UK to the Philippines, now I'm gonna cram rhymes in at random like movie directors do with filler scenes...

Meatball Marinara, Legal Marijuana, Regal Panorama painted of a Seagull, Ram and Llama. People plan a drama whilst Evil plans a Trauma but Fate to make it Equal plans a Karma.

Gloves, masks, knives out slashing, doctors, stitches, bandages stop your wife's snout gashing. Drug and alcohol abuse 'till you wipe out gasping, a combination of rage and anger made me strike out lashing. Pedal home at a steady pace on my bike route laughing, 'till I bumped into your mother and had a fight about crashing...

A drug dealer slew me some crack so I threw three guns back, the smoke was gloomy 'n' black when I burnt the Union Jack!

Strap a Nazi to the paparazzi then slap a nasty Bitch with her fake bag that's like a crap Versace

I'm a major danger to a stranger when I maim ya, shame ya, restrain ya then frame ya for an attack on Hermione Granger

I'll protect a Heathen from watching priests lecture deacons, then twist them up into tetrahedrons and throw them into a fire filled ditch and make sure it's an extra deep one

Hyperbole, in other words, I lie verbally like try murder me and you'll die a death so complex it's like figuring out what Pi squared would be

I just want to feel the joys of my past like toys in the bath and times when I could just rejoice in the laughs, but I've grown up, guys were like "boy's a giraffe with a poisonous wrath and when he lashes out he deploys an attack"

A dubious geezer, stab you in your back like you're Julius Caesar then burn your body up with two litres of Ether

I cause an earthquake like tectonic plates when I get chronic hate, you can bet on it mate because that's what the Met Office states

When this life is over, I know that I'm Hell bound, I'm so Goddamn insane that I hear odours and smell sounds

I flaunt, taunt, vaunt, daunt and haunt, I'll go on a jaunt to make you feel gaunt

A back breaker, a no slack taker, on a solo mission to crack fakers and whack traitors

Levitate, never late I could rhyme forever mate, my endeavours wait because I have a better fate, I show you vendetta hate, you need security? Then get a gate. I'm in a meta state, my flow entraps you, when I speak each and every letters bait.

My reign, tirade, fry brains, fly planes, apply strains, cry pains, sly Danes, buy lanes, dry veins, spy gains, short fused? Try mains

Told Will Smith cussing has a place in rap, then I mentioned Jada's name and he gave my face a slap

People these days listen to influencers, but not me, I'm so sick they call me influenza

Hell bound, I'm so insane I hear odours and smell sounds

You've got nothing to lose but everything to gain so you gotta keep fighting through the stress and all the strain, you gotta keep fighting through the mess and all the pain, so at your lowest point relay this message to your brain "Walk on through the wind, walk on through the rain" and by the end of this you can stand taller than a crane but you can only do that when the demons been slain, so it's full steam ahead like you operate a train, pour the drink in the sink and wash it down the drain, yeah I wanna be to you what Superman is to Lois Lane because to me you're hotter than it is in Spain and although you experience turbulence like you were a plane you remain strong like detergent against a stain and you keep it together like a bandage on a sprain, if you was a wheat field I'd love every single grain but the thought that I might lose you is driving me insane

He's selling out shows, full seats in all the rows, with each one he grows, each night the crowd throws roses wrapped in bows at his toes and he knows, wherever he goes his name in lights glows, he's glad this is the career that he chose, his careers flying high like a flock of crows, poems are his seeds he reaps what he sows, he does it all year whether it rains or snows, he waves when his act comes to a close, he waves so often it's become a signature pose

My rhymes sting like dripping lemon in scars, I write these Eminem bars and pen them for stars, take their career from the gutter and send them to Mars, your styles wack like wearing denim and scarves

Stood behind the saloon waiting for the sheriff, gazed up at the moon, he came soon after with his goon, quickly shot them before they had a chance to draw a gun or run like the dish and the spoon, I need to get some rest so I can shoot more dudes at noon