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