Never succumb to self hatred
Look at the thoughts in your mind and reshape it
Because sooner or later you are gonna have to face it
You are the only one you live your day-to-day with
Maybe you can't take this, because of what it is I'm sayin
Maybe its the fact that I say anything at all
When they try to fit me in their box, be sure that I will break it
Maybe you should start to track how far you fall
Mental monstrosity
No poetic or rap rules will stop me
Every motherf**er listening will say that they caught me
Doing some sh** that they say is not me
Watch me move from the dimming spotlight to the hotseat
With my view of God and the devil. It's different sides of the same medal
Hardened and flipped, take off them old shoes
You're steppin in the sh** from the fan of old news
The problem is your kicks come too clean for you
And also the fact that you don't clean 'em, they do
They'll fake you, fake me, make you into a tool
While I stand here and get you to question the rules
Like what's preventing me from drowning in that pool?
And what do they shun when they shun with a dunce's hat and stool?
No sympathy for the majority, KMFDM s**s
Industrial inspiration in a rap song? I'm f**ed
No money, no finger sk**, no drums, no luck
All rage caged in plain sight, so I write til it's enough
I'm Slythot ya'll and you'll think I don't give a f**
But honestly, it's just cause my day has been rough
I spend all of my time on video games and mental lunch
Friends come to visit, I share the food on which their heads will munch
I document finding diamonds for golems that need the feeding here
I've thought about all of this way before I even hit the beer
So you know its not just for conversation, but hey man if you want it take it
Talk to me when I get off stage, man, I'm the one shakin' like a mental patient
No small talk, no walls up around me, except if I think you were stupid when you found me
I take the time to laugh at people walkin' around proudly
Maybe they found a psychological skeleton key
They are gonna have to flesh it out to get it out on me
Just keep your third eye open wide and you will see
You may not even like it like a sandwich you took bite in
But there's still bread, still bacon, lettuce and tomato
It's all a matter of the order in which they go
I Wonder, maybe, pig a**, cabbage or tomahto
Some of the things I say could be your new motto
Who knows? maybe you put mayo on tacos or nachos
I don't ever a**ume until you say so
Maybe you will all get me tomorrow
Everything is exactly how it seems if it all seems to be wrong
Take to counterpointing, you're unique and don't belong
Yeah, that seems to be the strategy nowadays
Give away a disadvantage then execute a powerplay
You think that is impressive? You think you're presenting a message?
Now argue and make me believe you believed it when you said it
Keep ahead of all of the layers as I shed 'em
Maybe you misspelled prophetic when meant to write pathetic
It's only a difference between two or three letters
There is nothing I've written, nothing I've spitted that I have meant more when I said it
But like I like to say don't regret it... please try to learn a lesson
I'm Slythot and I've got a website with free sh** go get it