SCRAPS

Clap back at shadow attack Steal limelight if mofos can't act right Some folks I trust but not as much as my pups Words spurt like blood, f u c k e r s hurt Sky hangs low is it a set design though Reality might be a test, best do your best Aliens take me once a week, get rough if I freak Involuntarily rhyme when they probe my mind Sure I'd lie to you if you lied first and I knew Stick by what you say or come clean today Chances run out, your a s s pays for your mouth Dreams shatter sharp, screams after dark Distorted images, night terror wilderness These scraps of memory were sent back from the end of me