[Verse 1: Nightmare]
Man I haven't touched a pen in a minute
I've been spitting sh** from brain just as soon as it get in
I got friends deeper in it than him in the business
That him is a sinner with no sin witnesses
'Cause some tame witnesses, still gain no privilege
No game for prisoners, bullet in brain then dipping
Back to Somerset Village where vicinity filled with k**ers
Or fake smiled crooks bullsh** givin' out some fill ups
b**hes give me head, only talking 'bout Phillips
'Cause I got a screw loose and my foot stuck in the stirrups
This horse keeps riding with more driving power than a who*e crackin smiles after Grief lines piled
Up on the mic, released that night
Coming up, Mare is Night, Shawn of ZEN?
He's alright
Awesome brawlsome problem kid with Cherry Bomber bumping disk
You see these disks?
I don't like sh** either, going outside can s** my dick
I freely spit
Never given subjects, just the feelings in-
Side of the dark
Still a child at heart
But wild at start
Of the Boston show where everybody wild as f**
I try to be hard
But really im soft, my minds in a box
The box has a padlock, to open you need a hacksaw
While Jim Duggan jacks off, with slim thugging southpaw
Mr. Miyagi and wax off, some hispanic b**h to slack off, because clippers won't break the latch off?
Look in the house, find the key and scream how you're about to just smack all?
Grab me the Tylenol 3s and a big a** bowl of the green, mixed with Vs
Crushed with oxies just so I can OD awfully
Sign Devil's deal sloppy
ZEN 2016 hope you f*ggots grab a copy
This beat was a virgin the bed
Until I raped my own version with reaped perversion from the head
Beat it with the stick made of pen
Until it feels sick, upchucks comes up f**ing dead
My speech thick
Someone tell that Aussie that she needs dick
Once I won, didn't give a sh** just stop replying
Nobody needs love from that fat b**h Amy Ryan
Id rather have a Sydney with me acting silly, rapping frilly
Relax I'm Timmy, 'cause I turn her without Odd Parent wishing
Im an odd parrot singing
Melanchol dancer spinning, ZEN rep giving
Pen wrecked Minnie
Once I slipped a Mickey in her drink
f**ed her till the dick shrink
From 8 inches down to seven
Rep Sunoco, no 7-11, while I work a 7-11
Yeah KFC janny cook prepping
Coked ZEN float the boat, 'till all your choked throats start strepping
Never thought of consequences, reprimands from possible preventions
f** an intervention
Id rather be popping vals and vics coughin in the mic record the sh** and release it overnight
Mare is night
Nightmare right in the coffin
Nail in the bed
So now it's f** ZEN
All you motherf**ers keep your eyes Ripped for Marezen
This my Zen