What? Yeah, it’s pointless like an amputated index I amputate a haters index in depth Like you read the pages in the glossary Audibly, not even you turning down your volumes gonna stop me I’ll jump out the bonus of the knob in your carotid artery Postating my invasion through your brain waves Oh so flawlessly, keep mocking while I give you a flow But you dry it out like epoxy I mean, golly gee, where your garbage at? You bladder with me, seen a seed being So that brings me to your conclusion I’ve been hoarding music since the whore with the doors Or the force, whore with the war I’ve been the ward, who probably needed to be put in the ward To save someone, I’m kicking in the door Sit, sit my visitors, I’ll tell you how I invented this Fanned attention longer than the kids in academic decathlons I’m a self-employed vagabond Desperate, kept separate, desperado, treading on Trying to get a playoff when I hitchhike on roads I know I should most likely stay off But like the first pitch of the game, I stay ready to play ball Take your hats right off, time to pay respect In a couple years, I’ll wage a bet So my agent tax-laying has us stay over them like hedges Until I feel consummation like the end of a wedding date