Knock the second out, leave the first blemished and bruised,
See, the imbalance in my brain is just a chemical ruse,
I see shrinks for days, leaving MonuMental in two's,
I think my spindle is loose, and if my memory serves,
That's the reason why I'm leaving all my enemies hurt,
With their identities burnt, and all their penalties worse,
No remedies work with every one of their extremities murked,
Aggressiveness wills I keep killing till I deaden the thrill,
Injected shrill screams, I left you with infections to kill,
Your neck'll be frilled, peppered and peeled to the redness I spill,
A veteran, ill, I sever and kill with all the weapons I wield,
My wreckage is real, method is trill, I go for the throat,
No notion to gloat, in bloody oceans you'll be hoping to float,
Provoke your ghost, leave your body laying open to bloat,
Flayed broken and choked, with blades making motion a joke,
This is the man that I am, and if I'm damned then I'm damned,
I know I'm graphically mad, and this is tragically sad,
But as you're passing a fad, I'll be romancing my pad,
Until my wrath is abated and all the answers are had,
Or I see passion equated with horrid cancerous scabs,
In which my hands'll be clad, for all the chances I grabbed,
It's time to take a second out to gather my breath,
Strap in a vest, so what I'm spitting doesn't rattle my chest,
Half of you jest, like you're afflicted with the cattle unrest,
I battled the best, broke the mirror, now to ravage the rest.
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